Even for a cynical sod like me, Arlington National Cemetery is a place that hushes the mind. Rarely do I go to Washington when I don't stop by the gentle hillside beneath the mansion that once belonged to the traitor, R.E. Lee and visit the Kennedy plot. What is most moving to me is not the eternal flame, although that's a lovely touch, or the elaborate semi-plaza dedicated to the slain president, but the resting place of his slain brother, the senator from New York, buried there like a Franciscan beneath a simple white wooden cross, and also the markers memorializing the late president's children who died at birth, or not long after it—the stillborn daughter, informally named Arabella by her mother, and young Patrick, who lived only 39 days and died three months before his father did in 1963. |
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Although this summer's best films didn't offer shaking seats or cheeky collisions of IP, they were nonetheless superb ways to beat the heat. |
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Everything about Liam Gallagher is suddenly hot news. As announced last week, the famously opinionated Mancunian Brit-pop tearaway will heal a famous 15-year rift with his brother Noel and go back on tour with Oasis in 2025. In the UK and around the world, news of an end to the most notorious sibling rivalry since records began is driving a positive meme storm as fans adjust to the new and unfamiliar reality. Gallagher may have softened a bit since the '90s, when Oasis was the defining—and defiant—voice of the decade. But one thing he hasn't softened on is his love for Stone Island, the Italian brand that has been part and parcel of Britain's urban DNA since the mid-1980s. |
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Wake up, honey, another nonsensical blog dropped on Georgey's crusty Wordpress. |
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Lost for more than a century and smuggled across Europe, The Gospel of Evil became one of the most valuable manuscripts in the world when Lhéritier purchased it for seven million euros ($10 million) in March 2014—a year that happened to mark the bicentennial of Sade's death, as well as the final stage of his two-century-long reevaluation. An exhibition in Aristophil's offices was timed to coincide with a nationwide series of events that would culminate in December. Lhéritier, a somewhat stout and diminutive man with thinning gray hair in a well-tailored suit and tie, was with a few employees discussing a recent reception he had attended at the residence of then president François Hollande when his assistant rushed in to inform him that the police were downstairs. Dozens of other agents were simultaneously raiding Aristophil's museum, the offices of several Aristophil associates, and Lhéritier's villa in Nice. While the officers seized company documents, financial records, and computer hard drives as potential evidence, the French courts froze his business and personal bank accounts. |
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