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...good thing too. Atlantic High will not displace Two Years Before the Mast or Moby Dick from even the most loyal conservative's bookshelf; Buckley's voyage is a piece of cake compared with those undertaken by Richard Henry Dana Jr. or Herman Melville. The storms encountered by the chartered 71-ft. ketch Sealestial are really industrial-strength squalls; the calms are overcome by the expedient of switching on the engine. It is Buckley's crew-as fine a collection of overachievers as ever spliced the main brace-who make the trip a sentimental journey...
...monotone, indicating this must be the right room. Somewhere nearby, unseen, an F B I. agent or two must lurk Inside, books litter the office, covering the walls and scattered about the floor Stacks of folders stand four feet high on top of the desk, propped up against a bookshelf. Papers seen to crawl out of every available crack This tiny room has become the lonely beachhead of radical economics at Harvard It is the office of Stephen A Marglin...
...together, not glued. Many uniform or limited editions try to stun with sheer size and ornate design, fancy letters marching across deserts of white space. Here, the money and care have gone into providing readable type, and plenty of it. These books are bound handsomely enough to grace any bookshelf; more important, their size (approximately 5 in. by 8 in.) and weight (about 2 lbs.) make them easy on the hands, which is where they belong...
...high [March 22], but a ticket to a Broadway show costs two or three times as much for only a few pleasant hours, and that's it. You can reread a book again and again. You can lend it to family and friends. It looks nice on the bookshelf...
...books are ourselves, our characters, our insulation against those very people who would take away our books. There, on that wall, Ahab storms. Hamlet mulls. Molly Bloom says yes yes yes. Keats looks into Chapman, who looks at Homer, who looks at Keats. All this happens on a bookshelf continually-while you are out walking the dog, or pouting or asleep. The Punic Wars rage; Emma Bovary pines; Bacon exhorts others to behave the way he never could. Here French is spoken. There Freud. So go war and peace, pride and prejudice, decline and fall, perpetually in motions as sweeping...