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Womb and Grave. The remark is cryptic but not gratuitous. For the success of Searchers is a fine balance between observed fact and unobtrusive metaphor. The insatiable giant cod who cruises through Russell's pages not only passes ichthyological muster, but its instinctive cunning suggests a primitive form of wisdom, or even free will. Far above this predator of the deep, a white eagle inscribes huge parabolas in a futile search for food and a mate. Russell's details are hard and clear, but the irony is left for the reader to dislodge. The eagle-a cliche...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Between Eagle and Cod | 2/16/1970 | See Source »

...Sacred Cod hanging high in the state Capitol in Boston winces at the thought of another day. He raises a syringe, gropes for a vein beneath his scales, and sticks it in. He curls his upper lip back and neighs like a horse...

Author: By John G. Short, | Title: The FutureTea Leaves and Taurus | 1/5/1970 | See Source »

Ward O-2 was home because I needed preparation, preparation for my summer job. I had volunteered to spend the summer in an experimental rehabilitation program for mental patients. Twenty-four other students and I had agreed to spend the summer at the Lombard Farm on Cape Cod living with twenty-five mental patients. The proposition was that being surrounded by relatively healthy albeit untrained people would be more beneficial for the patients than living in the mental hospital back wards...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Three Days in a Mental Hospital | 9/25/1969 | See Source »

...patient. The movement was down, and especially in. I experienced a luxurious, guilt-free withdrawal into myself. Eventually there was just me on Ward O-2 and a bunch of other crazy people with whom I felt close, and some vague abstractions like Harvard and Cambridge and Cape Cod...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Three Days in a Mental Hospital | 9/25/1969 | See Source »

...much can one man take?" a Kennedy intimate asks. By last week, before he left Washington for three days of sailing off Cape Cod, Teddy's complexion had turned sallow and his bright blue and usually merry eyes had become dull and distracted. He had begun to greet acquaintances with a hesitant, questioning glance, as if fearful of their suspicions and doubtful about their loyalties. Frequently he avoids looking people directly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: The Anguish of Edward Kennedy | 8/29/1969 | See Source »

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