Boy 1: Who is that blond girl in Cottage in your profile picture? She was in my Dostoevsky seminar.
Boy 2: She’s one of my best friends.
Boy 1: I feel like club sailing has some of the most diverse affiliations.
Overheard by elevator
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Nass Recommends: Four Books of Theory to Impress Your Crush
A little bit of theory to fill you in on human emancipation and elevate your reputation
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At the End of It
“She was smiling. She hadn’t stopped smiling since she got here. He wanted her to stop. He’d known her for months and hadn’t seen her cry yet.”
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Reigning Friendship
Another Nass writer challenges the supremacy of romance and chats about her friends
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The Bride Wore Black (and Orange)
A Nass writer and maid-of-honor offers an inquiry into the phenomenon of Princeton couples at the scene of some nuptials
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Dating, in Five Metaphors
A Nass writer pulls out the real multiplicity of love in five little analogies
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Mashallah, Kid!: Reflections from a Summer in a Country on the Edge
“Nobody knows where the future is. Whether it is hiding behind the staggering mosques or the Israeli missiles. Iran: toppling politely over the edge of disaster.”
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Drawn and Quartered: Full Design
This week, we’ve gotten all mixed up but managed to keep our heads on our shoulders. Find a copy around campus, or check out the full design below!
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God, I Love Theater: A Review of Theatre Intime’s The Harvest
One of our writers had a spiritual experience while watching Samuel Hunter’s The Harvest
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Post fall break apocalyptic questions in the head of a freshman who doesn’t know much about anything and surely at one point thought she did
What is the appropriate time that freshmen are allowed to start being in committed relationships without being judged? Written on a ripped up napkin in the drawer of a Montreal vegan cafe table: 8 October 22 One month in Montréal and it’s finally starting to feel like home. Loneliness is part of the journey. So…
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A Friend Called Me Timid
“We talked inside for about an hour. A lot of people we knew who used to be friends were no longer friends. Afterwards, we talked for another hour in the parking lot.”