Word: balms
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...mortal offense to refuse to drink drink when asked, no matter how often the invitation came. Refusal was promptly followed by a challenge to fight a duel. The story is told of one pugnacious student, who, being something of a duelist, and being well filled with the balm of German student life, jumped upon a long table one night at drinking bout, and walked the whole length of the table, kicking the mugs and pitchers right and left. As a result he had fourteen duels on his hands, which was considered a very fair record, even for a university student...
...student stands unrivalled; he may fail to win renown in the paths of learning, he may meet with continual defeat in the field of athletics, but silent testimony to his greatness and importance in the eyes of the world, such as the above, cannot fail to bring a soothing balm to his heart...
...worst; while we are torn by dissensions at home, foreign enemies take arms against us. Every mail brings us some paper in which we are horrified to find some marked article about "discrepancies." Why, it has become our b&?;te noire; it follows us everywhere, sleep brings us no balm, for we dream of it; when we awake, we see from our window a glaring bulletin about the "dining hall." Oh, what have we done to merit this? If we have sinned, then let the mills of the gods, like the tutor paid by the hour, grind slowly...
...friends. Let us depart. We have heard enough. Let us withdraw while we are still wrapped in this nameless, holy balm, - this light and this sweetness...
...gopher, Apollinaris Water, and Freshmen. But this isn't all. If this chaos of uncertainty, this boiling, seething torrent of confusion, this benumbing consciousness of the unreality of the existent, took possession of my mind only while actually at the lectures and readings, there would be some balm in Gilead to soothe and heal my burning, frenzied, demon-haunted intellect. But there is a fate upon me. A brooding curse from Ate sits within my mind, driving me on and ever exacting the penalty of - Ha! ???, Sospiter, Mein-Gott-in-Himmel, Mon Dieu, Good Lord! Save me! Save...