Word: unspoken
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and their foil, a player (Mike B. Hoagland ’07), is more or less restricted to prop status; none of them talk with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern for long enough to make an impression. Yet all of the actors give the sense that there are unspoken depths to their characters—a crucial skill, considering that their characters have far more space to themselves in Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Polonius (Tim M. Marrinan ’06) is suitably obsequious, Ophelia (Andrea M. Spillmann ’07) is weepy when weepiness is called...
...real answer to the mystery of Cobain’s appeal is that beneath the flannel shirts, torn jeans, intermittent hygiene and biting sarcasm that came to define the grunge movement, there is an unspoken but powerful ideology that Cobain inherited from the likes of J.D. Salinger, William S. Burroughs, Dylan, Robert Johnson, Led Belly and even James Dean. Uniting all of these artists is the cult of the anti-hero, a philosophy which has resonated with generation after generation of disaffected youth. While every new proponent of this ideology has offered his own interpretation of its time old principles...
...well with the Anglo Saxons and their mead-hall crowd. There is something special about this game, truly a gentleman’s sport. Men (and women) pulverize one another with sticks while adhering (most of the time) to an honor code that is equal parts law-bound and unspoken...
...almost as much as he hates himself. Hugo belongs on the same gnarled family tree as Lolita's Humbert Humbert as well as--somewhere deep down in the root system--Hannibal Lecter. They fascinate because they reconcile exquisite refinement with total loathsomeness with an ease that suggests some chilling, unspoken connection between...
...asked the same sorts of deep and meaningful questions designed to provide a glimpse of the user’s true personality. And just as the photos probably more often than not stretched the truth, answers to said probing questions turned out to be depressingly uniform, following an unspoken code of college-ordained pseudo-intellectual coolness where everyone’s favorite book was One Hundred Years of Solitude and no one ever ’fessed up to knowing all there was to know about that classic Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant tear-jerker Notting Hill—though...