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...yard has become the daily trudge. Now, it's not that slogging through inches of slush while dodging falling icicles isn't my idea of fun. It is. In fact, it's right up there with Tibetan yak racing and funnelling Ole Grand-Dad brand 140 proof whiskey. However, the number of miserable-looking people I've seen slipping and sliding on their way along the streets leads me to ask that question which I'm sure is on the minds of thousands of fellow Cantabrigians: why is Harvard incapable of clearing the sidewalks...
...college parties where there is a heavy amount of drinking, each person will tend to attribute their peers' drinking to the environment, rather to the situation of the individual drinker. In other words, while normally a student drinks two shots of whiskey in an environment where it is perceived that others drink more, the student might drink to a level higher than otherwise intended. For heavy drinkers, the perception of this environment allows them to self-justify their drinking habits and perhaps exacerbate the problems associated with their drinking...
...They were, to be sure, tailored to his talent--alcoholics and playboys--and in them he moved easily: as the cowardly G.I. in The Young Lions or the sodden gambler in Some Came Running. He spends most of 1959's Rio Bravo, his best film, staring mournfully at a whiskey bottle he'd like to suck dry. Defeat glazes his eyes; it's the rare movie portrait of an alcoholic that skirts both sensation and sentiment...
They notice him, the sectarian haters who suck whiskey and resentment in Belfast's bars, and they accord respect. Victor Kelly is a young swaggerer, a gifted thug with the flash and cold nerve to force a terrified man of the opposing tribe to his knees, then cut his throat with a filleting knife. Kelly's bunch are Protestants, and the enemy tribe Catholics, though it matters not a Mass or a damn because pure enmity on both sides, cherished and nurtured from childhood, now and forevermore, is the city's religion...
...Sizemore), an epicene politician (Maury Chaykin). But Washington, like the character he plays, knows how to roll with their punches. Reserved but agile, wary but thrusting when he needs to be, he gracefully reanimates a lost American archetype, the lonely lower-class male absorbing more cigarette smoke, bourbon whiskey and nasty beatings than is entirely healthy, as he pursues miscreants and moral imperatives down mean, palm-lined streets...