Word: pamplona
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...floor of Holyoke Center? I thought not!! Y'see, that's where they keep the damn computer that watches us--Blip! Blip! Blip! It sees us when we're sleeping! It knows when we're awake! I can't take this anymore! I'll never go into the Cafe Pamplona again! Rub them off!!! Rub them off before it's too late! Did anybody ever deny you access to a dining hall, a library, a reserve book, or a Yo-Yo Ma recital because you didn't have a magnetic strip on the back of your Bursars card...
...Alava's provincial authorities declared themselves "profoundly disgusted by the government's acts." More than 30,000 people gathered for the slain men's funeral at the cathedral, where an angry priest thundered against the "brutal violence" of the police. While Vitoria mourned, workers in Bilbao, Pamplona and other Basque cities streamed off their jobs in sympathy, closing down hundreds of factories...
...suited to original work. It's true--the versatility that is the Ex's charm encourages Innovation. And for most smaller-scale drama, the Ex is great. But to try to produce a full-scale musical there could be like booking the HRO for a concert in the Cafe Pamplona. Not only would the necessity of a large stage reduce the already small theater's audience capacity to about twenty, but the Ex is obviously acoustically wrong for large choruses. So recently, musicals have turned up sometimes in Agassiz Theater under the auspices of Radcliffe Grant-In-Aid--an organization...
...Pamplona's hotels had been reserved far in advance, so that I had little choice but to join the crowd sleeping in the park located next to the bullring. I unrolled my sleeping bag and arranged my sweater into a makeshift pillow. I took off my pants, which contained my wallet, passport, traveller's checks, and train pass, and put them into my knapsack, which I placed a half-foot from my head. The wine had made my head heavy, and I was out like a light. Around 4:30 a.m. I awoke with a start and, after, shaking...
Spain also attracted less political types, the Robert Jordans of Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls. This is not the aimless, rootless Jake in Pamplona, but a committed American from Idaho who leaves his post as a schoolteacher to help the Spanish people defend their liberty. Jordan--laconic, straightforward, and uncomplicated--joins a group of Spanish peasants working behind the Nationalist lines and, while working with them to blow up an enemy supply bridge, comes to feel less of an alien among these backward people. In the three tense days of preparation he senses his impending death, almost kills...