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While in his novels Greene may have soberly tackled the decidedly melancholic and despondent psyche of the victim, in reality he was no wet blanket. On the contrary, as Wood points out, the witty Greene had a sense of humor about him and was known to enter (and even win) satire contests devoted to mimicking the style of famous authors—including himself...

Author: By Vinita M. Alexander, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Graham Greene Centennial Celebrated | 11/5/2004 | See Source »

...several pundits floated her name as a potential Supreme Court nominee, Harvard Law School Dean Elena Kagan ditched her new $1.4 million Cambridge condo last weekend for a pre-election trip to the nation’s capital, suspiciously close to the Rehnquist estate. Antonin Scalia is already having wet dreams...

Author: By Michael M. Grynbaum, Sarah M. Seltzer, Zachary M. Seward, and Simon W. Vozick-levinson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITERSS | Title: Gadfly: The Week in Buzz | 11/4/2004 | See Source »

Most importantly, what is appropriate is defined by Kummer’s arbitrary tastes and preferences.“The LP is definitely capricious, and the LP metes swift, wet and sweet justice, but that doesn’t mean it has to make sense,” said Kummer. “It’s a position that’s rather whimsical and rightfully...

Author: By Samuel C. Scott, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Kummer Metes Out Justice | 10/22/2004 | See Source »

...Everyone was soaking wet,” Greenwald said. “We were trying to keep our moods high so we could go out with the same intensity we had before we were stopped...

Author: By Carrie H. Petri, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Greenwald's Goal Gives Crimson Win in Double OT | 10/18/2004 | See Source »

...tell you that on my way home from the exhibition, I stopped to look at the shadows formed on a patch of grass as the afternoon sun slanted through the branches of a young tree in the yard. The grass was still wet from a morning rain and the sunlight sparkled as it hit the water drops. I watched for a few moments as the branches shook and the shadows shifted. Then I reached up, grabbed a low-hanging branch, and gave it a tug. The lacy pattern of sunlight and shadow leapt and danced and the branch swung wildly...

Author: By Julian M. Rose, THE ANGEL OF POST-MODERNISM | Title: ‘Dependent Objects’ at the Busch-Resinger | 10/15/2004 | See Source »

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