Word: spites
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...spite of occasional errors and misquotations and putting things out of context in some of your interviews. I try each day to read the Crimson. I find this the most important single step that I can take to keep abreast of what is happening at Harvard...
...eagles in the doom. All the time you're on fire-knowing what you desire," whose meaning is barely perceptible. The groups new, untitled number also had some ridiculously superfluous lyrics like. "I was kneeling on my knees." Many times, however, the music does hold one's attention in spite of the cryptic phrasing...
Arguing that men are not stigmatized by having their marital status revealed by a form of address, the feminists have decided to be called Ms. (pronounced miz). In spite of all the jokes about Ms. standing for manuscript and mail steamer and master sergeant, it is fast becoming both a symbol and a fad. Ordinarily nonpolitical and conservative businesses, publications and organizations that correspond with women are having to make the big decision about whether to switch to Ms. Women's Wear Daily has, Vogue has not; the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission has, the White House...
...sense of isolation, of walls closing in, of being trapped. It doesn't compute. Something in her calculations is wrong. She stands there, with a sense of being too late, passed by, stuck-but she doesn't burst into tears. The days of weeping are over. In spite of the desolation she feels, she knows that she is not alone; she has company and they are legion. There is enormous comfort in knowing that. And knowing that is one of the big changes in her life...
...spite of its violence, its schizophrenia, its bewildering flux and perpetual unease--in spite of all this (and perhaps, to a certain extent, because of it), the place had an allure. It was a challenge to the imagination and to the will. And in many ways, it was strangely beautiful. Even now, if you look beyond the gray tangle of freeways, past the checkered patterns of tract houses, through the brown veil of smog even now, some of the beauty remains. In the dawn, the air is pale and still; only the eucalyptus trees stir, their leaves flickering silver high...