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...genius for the deceptively homey metaphor (the book abounds with pennies, trains, mousetraps, pianos) and the extended polemical line that detonates in climaxes such as his rejection of the idea of Jesus as primarily a moral tutor: "You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon, or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher." That passage, with its anvil-chorus cadence and utter disdain for any diminution of Christ...
...Mystery of the Wax Museum,” this time with Paris Hilton), and the upcoming “Saw 2” (sequel to wholly uninteresting gorefest that no one asked for).I honestly never thought I would yearn for the days of “I Spit on Your Grave” and those horrible Paul Morrissey/Andy Warhol movies like “Blood for Dracula.” But here I am, pining for the years of sickening rape-revenge movies and dismembered body parts. For the sake of clarity though, it?...
...lyrics, as usual, straddle the line between abstract imagery, Shakespearean references (at one point mentioning “the beast with two backs”) and intricate self-aggrandizing wordplay; if anyone can “eat a rapper for lunch and spit out the chain,” it’s the metal-faced supervillain...
...much has changed since 1945, starting with our toothpastes. Today fluoride is an ingredient in most brands of dentifrice on the market. Because toothpaste is designed to be spit out, it's a more efficient way to get the decay-fighting ingredient where it is needed and nowhere else. Even some dentists, who see firsthand the benefits of fluoridation, wonder whether people who get fluoride from toothpaste should get it in their drinking water as well...
...found the spit-spewing challenges invigorating, but feared that others would find them juvenile. So four years ago, when I first walked through Johnson Gate dutifully clutching a red folder, I promised myself that no Harvard student would ever learn of my dark, spandex secret. I did quite well for a year, sticking to pseudo-intellectual subjects—Kant’s probable interpretation of globalization, Derrida’s take on postmodernism. Give me a black beret, and the image would have been complete...