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...Space7 p.m.Léonie est en avance ou le mal joli (The Pregnant Pause or Love’s Labor Lost), Adams House7 p.m.Gli imbianchini non hanno ricordi (Housepainters Have No Memories), Sackler Museum7:30 p.m.William Shakespeare’s HamletLeverett Old Library7:30 p.m.‘Tis Pity She’s a WhoreLoeb Drama Center Experimental Theatre8 p.m.The Harvard Crimson Dance Team in ConcertHarvard Dance Center8 p.m.Beethoven’s “Missa Solemnis” Sanders Theatre8 p.m.The Tragedy of Hamlet: The Prince of DenmarkNew College Theatre 8 p.m.A Funny Thing Happened...
Like her fellow chroniclers of the Amish, Lewis proves that it isn't necessary to lace every scene with lust to keep the reader's attention. Grace's suitor in The Secret tenderly proposes to her without ever having kissed her. "'Tis mighty gut," he says with deep affection. "Will you agree to be my bride?" That scene is not likely to be repeated outside Lancaster County anytime soon, but Bird-in-Hand is an appealing place for a jaded Englischer to escape to for a while - which is part of the romance, after...
...realized that there were more effective ways of proving that nerds could attain social success than holding summits about it. Indeed, on his public profile, Fridman now appends to his title of Co-Founder of Society of Nerds and Geeks the backpedaling “yes, ‘tis sad but true...
...Tis the Season. It may be cold in the Northeast now, but Spring is coming and Washington, D.C., will soon hold its annual Cherry Blossom Festival, which celebrates the 3,000 blooming trees that were given to the city in 1912 by the mayor of Tokyo and planted by First Lady Helen Taft. To entice you to visit, the Willard InterContinental hotel - where the first Japanese delegation to the U.S. stayed in 1860, after trade opened between the two countries - has a "Very Cherry" package. Choose your bonus: breakfast for two, a room upgrade or a second room at half...
...humanity surrounding me. Every race, color, creed, and age had come to lend support. My friends and I ran to the Mall, arms outstretched, breathing it all in, while singing whatever we wanted—“My Country ’Tis of Thee,” “America, the Beautiful,” and “America, F*** Yeah.” A group of older black women offered us hot chocolate because they liked that we were singing. To our right, a middle-aged couple from Seattle sat smiling. It was their first...