Word: moonlighting
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That wealth and power made Uday quite a catch, judging from the love letters he kept from multiple girlfriends, one replete with a lipstick kiss. "Remember me when you listen to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, which I heard for the first time with you," reads one. "Whenever anyone asks me about the best days in my life I will tell them it was eight months with the best human in the world." TIME also found instructions for a "Health Diagnostics HIV Test...
...Sigma Chi,” the fraternity’s traditional song, written in 1911. It is as if the song was written for Widland: “The blue of her eyes and the gold of her hair / Are a blend of the western sky / And the moonlight beams on the girl of my dreams / She’s the Sweetheart of Sigma...
Spencer writes the way Daniel loves--wholeheartedly, with a superabundance of energy. If there's a fulsome side to his gift--he doesn't hesitate to produce a line like "He wants to hold her in the moonlight"--it's a small price to pay for the complicated pleasures of a book in which love not only conquers all but also imposes victor's terms. Spencer is like that waterfall on the cover. He may produce a bit of gush, but in what he does there is a power of the kind that spins turbines...
...depressed mood matched that of his neighbors, among them the owners of three small boats who had gone out to fish beyond the exclusion zone. There, in the dark, the men were terrified to find themselves surrounded by "a raft of a gluey substance that glistened in the moonlight," says one of the fishermen, Manuel Toja. "It was so thick we felt we were stuck in it." Back in port - with their nets, buoys and lobster traps ruined by oil - their meager catch was rejected by the health authorities. While waves, winds and oil churn off shore, storms also...
...imagination, it could have been an Italian palazzo. The charms of a Renaissance courtyard, a dovecote of partridges, a meadow with trees and a pergola near the meadow set the scene for a recent rehearsal of Harvard’s latest opera: The Triumph of Camilla. In the waxing moonlight, two forlorn lovers articulate the pathos of despair in C sharps and high G’s. As a disheartened mezzo soprano appeals to the moon, arms extended, her gestures border parody. Pfhorzheimer House’s Comstock room never saw so much action...