Word: perfection
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Franklin H. Epstein, professor at Harvard Medical School and physician at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, will be remembered as a researcher, confidant, mentor, and distinctly, as a singer. “He was a perfect tenor, a beautiful voice,” said Katherine Hessler, a former student and researcher in Epstein’s lab. Each year on July 14, Epstein would serenade his research lab with songs from the French Revolution. “He was always whistling, humming, or singing. He was a very musical guy.” Epstein passed away last Wednesday...
...next weekend by a Penn squad that defeated Princeton 14-9 on Friday night. It doesn’t help that Harvard is an abysmal 1-12 in its last 13 visits to Franklin Field, with the lone win in that stretch coming in the Crimson’s perfect 2004 season. GROUNDED Harvard’s rushing attack, which has struggled at times this season, managed just four total yards against Columbia’s stingy defense on Saturday. Though the lack of emphasis was in part due to the Crimson’s success through the air, Harvard...
...From the time I first heard that Bill was being considered for the director spot, I knew he would be perfect,” Packrone said. “He is a great ambassador for Harvard, and the IOP is lucky to have...
...roughly proves that no ranked voting system can be fair, had an enormous impact on democratic thought.But by amplifying the discussion, the theorem also led to consideration of various other voting methods. Poundstone evaluates these alternatives, highlighting the merits and faults of each. He finds that no method is perfect, and each can be “gamed” by strategic voters or clever political aides. Nonetheless, he comes out in favor of “range voting,” a system in which voters rate their degree of approval for each candidate. Computer models have found that...
...untouched recesses of her being. Frederick pulled back at last and looked at her with wonder. “Honey and milk are under thy tongue!” he gasped. “And your breasts are like—like—sweet honeydew, those two most perfect melons!” Roxanna blushed and cast down her gaze modestly. She had no idea what he was talking about. But as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes, the rays of the sun streaming behind her so Frederick blinked at the radiance. Wordlessly, she reached...