Word: spire
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...unifying theme of the undergraduate buildings, of course, is that historical redbrick pattern epitomized by the façade of Mass. Hall. Memorial Church’s gleaming spire rests on bricks ,and Widener has them tucked between its Corinthian columns; even Memorial Hall, which Gomes singled out as the one incongruously gothic building around the yard, is really more of a shotgun wedding between the Georgian standard and an imposing gothic cathedral...
...Geordie, as natives to Newcastle are known, which cathedral they visit in this city in the northeast of England, and they might tell you two. On Sundays, they'd head to St. Nicholas, with its medieval history, 193-feet spire, and Eucharist services twice before noon. But on Saturdays, for more than a century, there's been St. James'. And for its worshipers, bracing the raw winds as they filed up the hill for evening service this weekend, the night promised everything they'd been waiting impatiently for. "The Messiah," says one man, rushing to take his seat, "is back...
Calatrava: Complete Works 1979-2007 (Taschen) The work of architect Santiago Calatrava, who designed the 2004 Athens Olympic Stadium and is currently planning the Chicago Spire, is on display in this illustrated volume by Philip Jodidio...
...perfect morning for a wedding in tiny Dolgeville, N.Y. A soft breeze tames the July sun; birds do tremolos from above the clapboard cottages of a village so quaint it holds an annual Violet Festival. Beneath the narrow spire and wooden beams of the United Lutheran Presbyterian Parish, Carolyn Bergeron, 29, and Sujeet Desai, 25, are about to take their vows. "There is news today," says the Rev. James Paulson. "Love," he says, can't be stopped by cultural differences or different faiths. "Love can't be stopped by Down syndrome...
...qualms cut deeper than mere classroom complaints. Staring at the spire of Memorial Church, marching to the rhythmic peals of its hourly bells, I would contemplate my travels beyond these steely gates: my post-Harvard future. In between rushed hellos and smiles of recognition, I would recall my loftier aspirations, the now-shriveling kernels of my boundless childhood dreams. Unsatisfying classes and inaccessible advising cast shadows on my brightest desires...