"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Filmgoing phantoms
Hmmm, so the Harvard Exit Theatre, my default Friday night hangout when new movies are showing, is apparently haunted.
Not that I believe in haunted houses. Or ghosts. (At least, that's what I proclaim loudly and emphatically in the dark...)
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