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...know about Mang Yang Pass, halfway between insanity and hell? A few weeks after I returned to the "real world," we went to a friend's wedding. A truck backfired. I reacted instinctively. My understanding wife couldn't quite comprehend what I was doing cringing in the gutter, rolled up next to a parked car on New York City's Third Avenue. I should have told her. I should have told the whole damn world...
...peeling paint, particularly in bathrooms, follow past difficulties with leaking roofs and occasionally erratic hot water. "The roof is a continuing, lingering problem," William H. Marquess, senior advisor to Canaday, says. The leaky roof seems to be a design defect, many officials say. Specifically, a stainless steel roof and gutter system expands and contracts with fluctuations in temperature, creating cracks, Frand A. Marciano, superintendent in Buildings and Grounds, says. "Some of the roofing problems are going to be cleared up this summer," with the realignment of gutters, Marciano adds; in the past, efforts at preventing leaks have been limited...
Around midnight, the clubs run out of liquor and every door on Prospect Street spews forth a jubilant stream of staggering sophomores, juniors, and seniors. Leaning on each other, singing, shouting, a few pausing at the gutter to retch quietly for a moment then loudly rejoining the buoyant inebriated throng, they totter off toward the campus or a cafe where they can calm down with a cup of coffee. The fraternal transport is not at is beatific height. Arm in arm they reel indifferent to traffic or the piercing cold: one lifts his hands to the frigid heavens and races...
Gaines attributes his drive to his family: "We've always been real competitive, dedicated to excelling. If I want to get anywhere in life. I'll have to have this same kind of dedication after swimming. If I don't I'll end up a bum in the gutter...
Lapotaire renders Piaf, the diminutive poet-songstress of the pre-dawn city blues, with matchless psychological fidelity. She gives us Piaf, whom the French called the Sparrow, as an eagle in courage. She makes us know Piaf soul-seared, the Paris gutter urchin, the cagey whore whom the world came to hold in the embrace of fame but who could not keep her own life from seeping through her splayed fingers, at 47 in 1963 spent by alcohol, morphine, sex and cancer...