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...amidst this dazzling display of Harvard hockey, St. Lawrence center Paul DiFrancesco somehow snuck the puck into the net on a wrap around power-play goal six minutes into the game, giving the Saints a 1-0 advantage...

Author: By Chris W. Mcevoy, | Title: M. Hockey Knots St. Lawrence | 12/7/1996 | See Source »

...necessity to reflect. Soon it will be all over. I am a senior with limited days remaining. And although much of me can say that I am ready to move on to the next life, I cannot forget the haunting part of me that is afraid, that is somehow attached to this place which I have called home for more than three years. There are certainly close to six months left to this whole Harvard experience, but as the time ticks away, the reality of the inevitable is beginning to set in: What in the world am I going...

Author: By Nancy RAINE Reyes, | Title: Spinning World: Stop! | 12/7/1996 | See Source »

...rather not think that there is something seriously wrong with me. But in some sense, I must lack the ability to make decisions and I must lack some kind of direction in my life. I feel I make decisions too late or at least later than everyone else, and somehow I am punished for it each time...

Author: By Nancy RAINE Reyes, | Title: Spinning World: Stop! | 12/7/1996 | See Source »

...sardonic drawl and menacing animus towards Gregers. His is the image that lasts, the voice that crowds out the others and cuts down even the moments of pathos, especially at the end. The Wild Duck may not be a tragedy, but there is a tragedy within it, which fails somehow to emerge from the layers of irony and disillusionment...

Author: By Lynn Y. Lee, | Title: Brustein and Rochaix 'Duck' the Pathos In New Production | 12/6/1996 | See Source »

...photographs: the first room is light gray, the next room medium gray, and this final room dark gray, set with a few giant portraits like luminous beacons in the dimness. There is Frances Bean Cobain, almost frightening with her enormous eyes. Christopher Reeve, mounted on an elaborate wheelchair, somehow looks just as much like Superman as ever. The exhibition's final statement is a long, large strip of white upon which the figure of Bill T. Jones is repeated over and over again, in different moments of his dance. Frozen in motion, the language of his body is written clearly...

Author: By Cicely V.wedgeworth, | Title: Herb Ritts Tells Boston To 'Work' It Out at MFA Exhibition | 12/6/1996 | See Source »

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