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...look in the mirror and it's open and inside the place where the eyes were is a long road grey as water and on it someone is running away a little figure in a long pale coat and you can't move you can't call it's too late for that...
Henry Kissinger was terribly embarrassed when Italian Journalist Oriana Fallaci quoted him describing himself as a character out of Zane Grey. He did not deny that he had said those words-"Why I agreed to it [the interview], I'll never know," he confessed later-but it was a little hard to imagine just how the precise, bespectacled professor of history at Harvard could see himself as a lean, flinty-eyed macho on horseback. Still, in a way Kissinger's self-portrait was not so preposterous as it sounded. Proud, private and consummately confident of his ability, Kissinger...
...hand and placed it on his penis in the library; I bit--a bloody bite--the grad student who followed me from Harvard Square, hurled himself upon me, and tried to rape me in the Commons; and I called the cops when I spotted him waiting in a grey Chevy outside my dorm the next day. These Painful Perverts threatened me physically, therefore I had a right to hate them. The others, less brutal, were not so easy to dismiss. There were the Friends of Friends and the Hometown Boys, the Hustlers--"I saw your picture and I fell...
Anyway, we saw more and more of each other, growing closer as we grew more unhappy. One especially grey day I was down in her room unburdening myself as she was stretching her hair and wrapping it up again before the mirror. I was telling her, finally, what I'd always been too embarrassed to tell anybody: it had to do with my hating sexual objecthood--that all the male attention was too big a cross to bear, that it made me feel like an animal on the defensive, all the time. And suddenly she wheeled around with a screaming...
Whether such an synthesis can be achieved at Harvard in the absence of Vietnam is an open question. The war presented us with a stark contrast between good and evil, a contrast which blurs into varying shades of grey on other issues. Criminal apocalypses loomed at several junctures over the past decade--the Cambodian invasion, the mining--but now, in the relative quiet of the moment, our fears at them seem almost juvenile. With the war nearly over, the imperatives for action are less obvious, less strident...