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Milton enthusiasts spent over nine hours tackling the 12-volume epic poem, Paradise Lost, from cover to cover last night in the Signet Society house. The long journey, termed “Milton Madness” by Signet Society member and event organizer, Grace Tiao ’08, began with more than 20 avid participants. Tiao said that she was inspired to organize the marathon reading by her desire to read the epic aloud with others and the “curiosity to know what Satan sounds like at three in the morning.” For added effect...
...voluminous writer—known for 5,000-word days—kept a journal his sophomore year, which he summed up with five words: “Weather, Work, Smoking, Liquor and Love.” He joined fellow literary types as a member of the Signet Society, praising the Dunster Street club for serving “the best luncheon in Cambridge...
...best thing: he took off all his clothes and passed out, naked, on the unlucky room’s couch. Needless to say, the Eliotites did not appreciate this gesture of intimacy and friendship…Aux armes, artistes! After being refused entry to a small soiree at the Signet Friday night, two ne’er-do-wells registered their disappointment in a manner befitting Harvard’s refined society of arts and letters: a brick through the kitchen window. (Perhaps a sly, if tactless, F.O. Matthiessen reference?) Fortunately, wanna-be actors and playwrights aren?...
...shuttle ready to rage. Unfortunately for them, their foul mouths were overheard by one student’s mom and her bevy of parent friends. Nothing says educated like the phrase “let’s get fuck-tarded”...A Hist & Lit senior scheduled a Signet date with her mother, in town visiting. Unfortunately, post-thesis revelry left doting daughter hard-up with a hangover, and bemused mom got stood up at lunch...Moving outside the realm of parent mishaps, anal Spee members had an internal e-mail thread that worried about the sexual nature...
...voluminous writer—known for 5,000-word days—kept a journal his sophomore year, which he summed up with five words: “Weather, Work, Smoking, Liquor and Love.” He joined fellow literary types as a member of the Signet Society, praising the Dunster Street club for serving “the best luncheon in Cambridge...