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...next 20 minutes were surreal. Question after question came from her mouth, and they ranged from the astonishingly easy to answer (“Was Hitler the only one who hated the Jews?”) to the impossible (“Why did people hate the Jews...

Author: By Abe J. Riesman, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The One Jew in Wonju | 10/3/2007 | See Source »

...been sufficiently well-publicized on campus. The day was advertised in the Calendar of Opening Days distributed to freshmen and in e-mails and flyers. But volunteer Michael F. Qian ’11 said that students heard about the event mostly by “word of mouth.” During the afternoon barbecue, three bystanders stared at the white tent outside the Science Center in bewilderment. “It’s a bloody disgrace that this wasn’t publicized,” said Jonathan P. Cummins ’11, as he gazed...

Author: By Bonnie J. Kavoussi, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Harvard Unites For Service Day | 10/1/2007 | See Source »

Only those who mouth platitudes without considering the situation at hand cannot see this silliness for what it is: academic freedom ironically parodying itself...

Author: By Christopher B. Lacaria | Title: DISSENTING OPINION: Parodying Academic Freedom | 9/28/2007 | See Source »

...Highway 61 Revisited” rising in and out of its shadows. “Resurrection Fern” is gorgeous, glimmering like a moonlit reflection of older song “The Trapeze Swinger,” and the album closer, “Flightless Bird, American Mouth,” is the closest Beam comes to his earliest work. Even some of the less spare pieces manage to work. “Boy With a Coin,” the album’s first single, lopes along to hand-claps and layered vocals, and something even fresher...

Author: By Henry M. Cowles, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Iron & Wine | 9/27/2007 | See Source »

...human to me that, if he were before me, I would have readily forgiven him. This intensely self-critical, self-reflective stranger who is so beleaguered by shame, this art stamp collector, stonemason, fledgling artist, eventual writer, master dancer, lover, husband...Günter Grass became me, his mouth rubberbanded shut. I was him, playing dice with a religious Bavarian, discussing the future. Strange, isn’t it, the power of a good book...

Author: By Sanders I. Bernstein, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Peeling the Onion - Gunter Grass | 9/27/2007 | See Source »

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