Word: spites
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...sixth and the ten or twelve spectators hoped the umpire would call the game to mercifully end the then 8-0 slaughter. But the ump, apparently not a proponent of euthanasia, resumed the game when the rain let up to a mere sprinkle in spite of muddy basepaths that resembled swamp roads...
...Wursthaus, at 4 Boylston St., in spite of an equally unsuccessful attempt at evoking Anglo-European atmosphere with a name, is more like the kind of bar to be anticipated in a big university town. Maybe not a bar for undergraduates, the Wursthaus appeals to anyone who likes good foreign beers (the selection of beer upstairs is the best in Cambridge) and quiet. Try to ignore the decor, which is an awful attempt at South German kitsch. Also the food is worth avoiding, just as the beer is worth making a special visit for about once a month. The prices...
...city timepieces begin to strike, commencing with a deep boom and running up to a high treble till the air is filled with the clashing of iron tongues... Little groups of students coming from the side streets hasten across the yard, bound for Memorial Hall, and in spite of the general din, fragments of their gay talk come clearly to the passers...
...spite of Higginson's concerns, the Crimson should have an easy time with the Midshipmen. In a race against Princeton two weeks ago, the Tigers trounced Navy by 15 seconds. In their race last week, the Middies defeated weak Coast Guard by only seven seconds...
Hawkes remains America's least-read major novelist, in spite of his solid critical standing and the growing accessibility of his prose. With his novel, The Blood Oranges, he began to pare down the dense, complexly allusive style that had saddled him with the reputation of a "writer's writer." The intricate plots of his early work gave way to simple, static situations. The Lime Twig (1961), still Hawkes's best novel, had the suspenseful, carefully interwoven plot of a detective story rendered in turbulent, opaque prose. The turbulence is still there, but plot has all but disappeared from Hawkes...