Word: toweritis
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...King Jamesian summary: the newly baptized Galilean retreats to the Judean desert where he is mocked and enticed by the devil; Jesus does not take the bait; he won't turn stones into bread because man does not live by bread alone; he won't jump from the temple tower to prove his divinity because it is forbidden to presume God's protection; finally, he rejects the Faustian bargain--the world's riches for his soul...
...with women who travel to distant lands trying to escape their mothers, only to discover--surprise!--that their lives are more similar to their mother's than they thought. Davidson also attempts to weave cooking, Greek mythology and sexual awakening into her alinear story, which ultimately tumbles like the Tower of Babel under its heavy pedanticness. Davidson, a poet, should not quit her day job. Although the language of The Priest Fainted is eloquent enough, the alinearity simply gets tire-some, as do her pathetic attempts to compare herself--the reader can safely presume that the 19-year old narrator...
...road to Rome remains steep," he said, calling his efforts to incorporate the legal systems of myriad countries in a new world court "a procedural Tower of Babel...
...that lights up any location on campus (even the Quad) at the push of a button. But more fascinating is the interactive computer display that operates even after closing time. The unwary passer-by is first greeted with a bouncing image of that Harvard staple, the Eliot House bell tower. The visitor is then presented with a list of possible subjects to explore, ranging from the potentially interesting "Adventure" and "Famous Faces at Harvard" categories to the standard "Athletics" and "Museums and Libraries." The final category, though, provokes the balling of fists and the grinding of teeth. It is "Titanic...
...calamari are not breaded and fried, their flavor and freshness penetrate the domination of the tomato (that's right). The dish begs to be washed down by chewy bread (though the lacklustre bread should really have arrived at the table warm) and sips of sharp Chianti. A daunting tower of giant, succulent mussels are steamed in a classic, light, garlic-white wine sauce. The empty bowl offered for shells was nowhere near the capacity needed to account for the volume of sucked-dry detritus that remained after the mussels were finished. Empty mussel shells were scattered around the table like...