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...perspective without feeling vaguely guilt-stricken by the past. Anti-Americanism-the specific, sharper focus of anti-Westernism-is in some ways the Islamic world's excuse for its own failures, confusions and periodic collapses into incoherence. It is more convenient morally to blame the West than to gaze steadily at the Islamic dilemma, easier to devise revenge for the past than ideas for the future. Khomeini, with his absolutist pretensions and aggressive fantasies of jihad (holy war) against the West, demeans Islam; he gives it the aspect of a bizarre, dangerous but spiritually trivial cult. To the extent...
...Midnight Blush, Ginger Interlude, and seduction Night Sienna. The Timex and Bulova displays are cruelly juxtaposed on another counter, just across, to remind you that you are old, or will be soon, and will be in want of makeup. Back at the makeup counter, you shrink under the sullen gaze of the desperately nubile females trapped in their placards. There are piles of solemn light green pamphlets like the AWAKE pamphlets the Jehovah Witnesses push on passersbys. IS SKIN PERFECTIBLE? catechize the covers. Is man? you think is the older question, but inured to devaluations of this sort, you study...
...part. Whether in ermine-trimmed robe carrying the 30-lb. sword of state beside the Queen for the opening of Parliament or in blue-and-gold naval uniform at ship launchings and sundry other ceremonies he relished, he was nothing if not regal. The wide mouth and ruler-straight gaze epitomized the braided bloodlines of contemporary European royalty. Mountbatten was, in fact, not only a cousin of Queen Elizabeth and an uncle of Prince Philip, but also related to most of Europe's other royal houses...
LOTS OF HARVARD STUDENTS write. In fact, most of them just love to gaze at their own printed words, so they write on an on. For those sybarites of the polysyllabic, these are the Harvard-Radcliffe publications...
...fall term of your freshman year is like a cataract--it steadily creeps over you, encasing you in academics and activities, until finally you're so blinded you cannot see a world beyond Harvard Yard. Your behavior changes: your gaze becomes glazed like the Wild Man of Borneo, your feet almost automatically head for Lamont Library, you don't think you have even a few moments to spare to run to the Coop or see friends, and your whole world revolves around the Union and the Science Center. It's entirely possible to wake up on a Monday and realize...