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...entirely antic belief that bigotry is something that happens in other places, to other people, is dependent upon a notion of Harvard as somehow detached, exempt from what occurs outside of its consoling walls. Harvard becomes an airless alter-environment in which intolerance is impolitesse. It is part of what keeps the closeted in their tombs of stifled denial...
...helpless and airless because, of course, the Holocaust cannot be compensated for. Not only does money not serve; no form of justice serves. Lawrence Langer says it just right in his new book, Preempting the Holocaust: "Here injustice prevails." Injustice wins. Thus the general feeling of emptiness, of the absence of retribution, at the trial and execution of Adolf Eichmann in Israel in 1962, and even at the Nuremberg trials, where "war crimes" were supposed to find a fitting punishment. There are no moral equivalents. One might have hanged Himmler, Goebbels, Goring, Hitler himself--hanged them...
...missile very far, he could never do it with the poor black powder that had long been the stuff of rocketry. Instead, he would need something with real propulsive oomph--a liquid like kerosene or liquid hydrogen, mixed with liquid oxygen to allow combustion to take place in the airless environment of space. Fill a missile with that kind of fuel, and you could retire black powder for good...
...like to apologize to the riders last week on the Long Island Rail Road's 6:24 to Huntington. That train is always hellishly hot, overcrowded and airless as the grave. So there's nothing more disturbing than being trapped with some maniac in headphones who periodically erupts in cackling laughter. But I couldn't help myself: you try keeping quiet while listening to Al Franken reading from his book Rush Limbaugh Is a Big Fat Idiot. Especially the introduction, in which Franken describes ex-U.N. Ambassador Jeanne Kirkpatrick as "my former lover...
...transients inhabiting a fourth-floor walk-up on the Bowery. In the heat of summer, a few at least are able to sleep on the fire escapes and the roof of the building--avoiding for a moment the circle of hell they have been assigned. The cramped and airless space within is subdivided into 32 cubicles doled out to at least 100 men. The stink of sweat, unwashed clothing, old shoes and garbage suffuses the narrow makeshift corridors. Cooking noises mingle with the gurgle of kitchen-side urinals. On tiny TV sets, a few men watch home videos...