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...number of other causes. This Harvard allowed little time for gentility or even excellence. "There was an element of uncertainty and disorientation that is easy so overlook, now that we all know how things turned out." James Fallows '70 remembers. "My own sense was of being on a gyre of history whose final resting point no one could safety predict." Clubs, mixers, even sports verged on the irrelevant one memorable spring, the sports staff of The Crimson voted to cover no more games and write no more columns, so the paper could devote its full energy and full space...
...mist settled into rain, and The Garage, a bit to the right--neck bend necessary--conjured smells of rubber tire. Perne in a gyre. Do we dare remember the burden of the past? Rain resolved into puddles, 7:30 a.m., an hour and a half more to the burden bestowed by Weimar--or was it Bismarck?--no, his eyes waxed yellow, his urine bilious. Hitler would have to wait...
...there's still lust; erotic desire galvanizes the nightmarish sweatglistening discotheque and toilet-stall world of Andrew Holleran's first novel. The title, of course, comes from Yeats' "Among School Children," as does the epigram, and the book emerges from Yeats, admixed with desire: desire, the force of the gyre spinning Malone and Sutherland and their coterie, binding them to the center till it scatters them like a merry-go round gone haywire; desire, the lesser mythology in the absence of religion, that turns the X's on a suicide note from crosses to kisses, and a night...
...brief and fleeting moment at the end of a Yale football game, simultaneously snatched fame and infamy from the miasma of Harvard athletic history. End-zone Crone, a man fading, pumping, scrambling with an effortless inviolability, zeroing in like a computerized homing pigeon, tightening and tightening the frantic gyre until he could settle to his knees on that corner of the Endzone,clutching a football with a pregnant, held sigh, heaving that sigh, and mumbling, "Here, at least, is a spot that will be forever Crone." Maintaining his hold on that inconsequential little square of Harvard soil, clutching it tenaciously...
However, as is indicated by the prevalence of dissatisfaction throughout all strata of society, only a small minority of people have discovered this vital sense of purpose. The rest are in a state of drift in which they whirl in a gyre of idle pleasures, mistaking each new sensation as the incarnation of true happiness. "But pleasure is just the shadow of happiness." Ali said, for it fails to incorporate "the very secret of life, the desire to achieve something...