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...Malaysian coast. For complicated reasons, the pair are accompanied by Kunichika and by Peter Wormwood, an effete young Englishman trying to tutor Johnny in the ways of the rich and British. Wormwood, the third narrator, writing years after Johnny's death, reveals all?about the murder of a British mine operator on the trip, about Kunichika's sinister connections to the Japanese troops then poised to invade the Malay peninsula, and about Johnny's growing anguish over his reluctant bride. In Wormwood's literate and lively account, Johnny is a likable, slightly pathetic figure battered by the forces of British...
...roommate, who is a good friend of mine, always sets his alarm for 7 a.m., and then hits snooze every 10 minutes until he finally gets up at noon. His lack of consideration for my own need for restful sleep is really irritating and I’m not sure how to approach the problem...
...just say that because I think that it’s an unstoppably great song, or that the Arcade Fire are destined to become the Great Band of Our Generation, or that their debut LP, “Funeral,” is a never-ending mine of inspirational songcraft, although I do think all of these things. I say it because it’s a song that should be a part of your college experience. Don’t put off listening to it until you graduate or go off on summer activities. It’s about...
...There were 154 of us who went to Indonesia, and in the nine weeks we were there we treated 3,600 people and performed 292 major surgical procedures. I met my New Zealand counterpart on the phone, and 12 hours later her unit and mine were working together. There were so many people coming to us from everywhere. And you don't just look after the patients in those situations, you get to know their families too. You hear their stories, and you form a very close connection with them. And in Aceh, as in East Timor, there was overwhelming...
Having never spent an Easter weekend in America, I asked some friends of mine whether Good Friday and Easter Monday are national holidays like President’s Day. They looked at me in shock and then smirked as they politely informed me—knowing about my distrust of most things religious—that I was now living in a “real secular country” where religion plays no part in the state. This is one of America’s more admirable qualities, yet seems to be not quite the whole truth...