When Princeton admitted us, it didn't just say "yes".
"It's a wonder they admitted us in the first place," she said, laughing.
"I don't think I will quite make it," he admits, before urging us to step back for a second, and relish the fact that, in the broader picture, we live in incredible times.
As much as it pains me to admit it, us gays are probably at fault.
Reviewing Ingmar Bergman's "Cries and Whispers," he calls it "hypnotic, disturbing, frightening" and admits, "It envelops us in a red membrane of passion and fear, and in some way that I do not fully understand it employs taboos and ancient superstitions to make its effect".
"When things go wrong at the BBC, the public can hear us admit it and can see us striving to put things right," he said, adding, "the modern BBC does everything possible to report on itself objectively".
They blatantly admit it to us.
For what, I ask -- so that more of our troops can die or be maimed, so that the administration doesn't have to admit it led us to war on false grounds, so that more terrorists can be nurtured, so that we can be proved wrong yet again when those dominoes don't fall?
"It's a silent killer which stalks us and threatens us, and yes, we can admit it, frightens us," one of his men wrote in a letter.
