Word: touchings
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...police to deal with young people on the streets, the vast majority of whom are not criminals in any shape or form? The question of the common good lies at the heart of this debate - a question politicians appear not only unable to answer but also too nervous to touch with a barge pole. Stuart Waiton, GLASGOW, SCOTLAND...
...street was first named. Located in the heart of the Harvard campus, the Harvard Book Store, The Harvard Crimson, The Harvard Lampoon, a semi-secret Sorrento Square social organization that used to occasionally publish a so-called humor magazine, and five Houses (Adams, Quincy, Lowell, Leverett and Winthrop) touch the street. The name of the street, just like the name of one of the residential halls, is part of their shared history...
...Remember to touch a personal chord," the instructor tells the class of mostly twentysomething techies with resumes that spell fat salary packages. "Make the other person feel important." Thus advised, the 20-odd students split into pairs, each earnestly practicing a routine they've spent four months learning. "Hi, my name is ..." I'm told while my hand gets a vigorous shake. Dazzled by the bright smile and seemingly effortless eye contact, I barely manage to mumble my own name before I realize the conversation has moved into Part II of The Routine - I'm being asked what...
...Clinton herself, along with G.O.P. presumptive nominee John McCain, were quick to latch on to Obama's comments as "elitist", "condescending" and "out of touch." Clinton has mentioned the gaffe at every event she's had all weekend, and her surrogates have picked up the drumbeat across the country. "As I travel around Pennsylvania, I meet people who are resilient, who are optimistic, who are positive, who are rolling up their sleeves," Clinton said Friday. "Pennsylvanians don't need a President who looks down on them, they need a President who stands up for them, who fights for them...
...What will there be to see on the north side?” Frederick replied. “Just a square of tilled soil in which nothing can grow, in which those shoots that do break through to the open air will soon find that the warmth will never touch them? They will give up, and wither, and die. Such a garden would soon be only of use or interest to ourselves, because therein we should recognize and acknowledge a metaphor—”“Don’t speak,” Felicity interrupted...