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...evening news. It turns out her mother was carrying explosives and had blown herself up, killing four Israelis. The final scene shows the girl wistfully rummaging through her dead mother's bedside table. She finds a hidden stick of dynamite and picks it up. The implicit message is that someday Duha will follow her mother into blazing martyrdom...
...these two years in the UK, I’ll come back to the U.S. and do my Ph.D, and then hopefully”—she knocks on wood—“get a job and try to publish a lot and maybe get tenure someday.”Although she sounds optimistic about editing her thesis into a series of journal-length articles, she grows most hopeful when she talks of publishing her verse.“I’d say that most of the work I’m proudest of comes through...
...attempts suicide. Without warning, “Sing Now” brings a serious moral theme into focus—marriage and life aren’t perfect, so all you Gen-Xers out there need to appreciate your thirties while you can still skinny-dip. Someday you really will be old. The problem is, no matter where the script turns, the plot is frivolous. It’s a funny movie, but it’s uncomfortably lodged between the patently ridiculous and the irritatingly straight-faced. “Sing Now” carries a strong summer-camp...
...difference [April 9]. In my workplace, a green proponent started a campaign to do away with paper cups and get everyone to use coffee mugs. While convenience will take precedence over environmental correctness more often than not, it is heartening to see such issues come to the fore. Someday, Time will insist that letters to the editor be sent only by e-mail. Vivek Mehrotra, Santa Clara, California...
...squandered by others. Any position of status that we claim during life will be filled by others. Our great novel will only be cliff-noted or skimmed during reading period. Our famous names will be remembered only by eccentric aunts rebuilding family trees or equally eccentric history professors. Someday after our civilization is only ruins and records written in a dead language, parents will take their bored children to see the rubble of our great buildings. At that point all that will matter are two questions. Who were we? As a people, were we good to each other...