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...into the director, Ian's, VW and we drove over to the East Side. It was bright and sunny and warm outside. It was the end of June. It was incongruous. We arrived at O-Building and entered through the canteen, where patients can buy coffee and chewing gum. The yellow walls carried a huge mural of Snoopy and Charlie Brown and said "Happiness is the O-Building Canteen." Typical volunteer propaganda, I thought...
After a time I couldn't take the huge empty loncliness of the hospital grounds so I went back into O-Building and stood in the corner of the canteen. To the left was the stairway up to O-2 and next to it was the entrance to O-1, a women's ward. Two women patients with gray hair ran the canteen. There was always a buzz of activity around the counter where coffee and cigarettes and doughnuts and candy were sold. It wasn't especially living activity, but it was activity just the same. Patients from other wards...
EVENTUALLY I left the canteen and walked up to O-2. The caged-in stairwell was like a pressure chamber and I felt as if I were passing into a deeper, deader, and even more remote region...
...wants to keep on selling supplies to other A divisions. Justice almost certainly will contend that acquisition of Hartford Fire would give ITT a chance to force its suppliers to buy Hartford's insurance. In an earlier suit, the department contended that ITT's proposed acquisition of Canteen Corp. would enable it to force suppliers to install Canteen's vending machines. In that case, ITT protested that it has long enforced a policy against reciprocity. The courts have not clearly ruled whether the potential of reciprocity is enough to invalidate a merger...
...vandalizing campus buildings, manhandling institution leaders and generally making asses of themselves. It is painful to the thousands of less-pampered "students" here who take their lessons from instructors in black pajamas and sandals; where classrooms are sandbagged, sweaty jungle clearings; where a drink is four tablets in a canteen of warm muddy water; where the Saturday night date is a cold beer and a letter from home; and where the grades are not As, Bs and Cs, but sudden death, crippling wounds or, maybe, victory...