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Living in "Pfoho" would require some major changes, all seemingly for the worse. I feared that I would gradually lose touch with many of my closest friends, randomized to Eliot House, with its beautiful river view (and accompanying stench), its storied history of snobbishness and, of course, Ted Kaczynski '61. I would rarely again have the opportunity to talk to Ralphie while awaiting those huge slices of Pinocchio's pie, the best in Cambridge. And I thought that I would have to get used to a new area code (666?), given how far the Quad is from the Square...
...speaks in many voices. On that first morning after the explosion of TWA Flight 800, amid the overwhelming stench of burning jet fuel and the plane's charred remains, hundreds of letters floated on the surface of the Atlantic, unanchored memories of diplomats, designers, doctors and teenagers. A postcard of the Statue of Liberty had become an interrupted souvenir, an image of the monument born in France that never made its way home. Out of a camera bag fished from the waste came a list in pencil, in what seemed to be a young girl's handwriting. Amy: light pink...
Summer in the city can be a scary thought to the uninitiated. Oppressive heat and humidity, poor air quality and the stench of city streets combine to create a desperate impulse to escape from the urban jungle to the beach...
...DAUGHTER'S NURSERY BEARS NO RESEMBLANCE to the Chinese orphanage where she spent four of the first seven months of her life. Upon awakening, she is greeted by the sweet scent of powder and fresh sheets, not the eyewatering stench of disinfectant. During the day, bright light filters through the two windows, stimulating her to explore, just as the darkened orphanage room, with its chipped blue paint, encouraged her to remain idle. And when she prepares for sleep, her cribmates are stuffed animals, not two other children...
...SEEMS CERTAIN TO BE A WHITE Christmas; snow already covers the ground in Tuzla. But merry? The weather will be bitingly cold, the air filled with the stench of diesel fumes. Christmas dinner will be the T-rations detested by G.I.s; carols will be sung to the hum of noisy electric generators. And many of the soldiers setting up camps for the Bosnia peacekeeping operation will sleep in tents. Big ones with wooden floors, heat, fluorescent lights and flush toilets. But still tents...