Word: habitants
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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During the interviews I was struck by the high degree of intelligence and lucidity with which most students answered my questions. It reflected a tendency among most of them to think and talk a great deal about taking drugs, and unconsciously construct arguments to defend their habit against the legal and social bans imposed by society. Obtaining drugs is a positive act which goes against the inertia of legal constraints--to ignore the restrictions requires some internal debate. Having decided that drugs were worth it, the students interviewed took particular pains to describe drug-induced sensations which defy verbal cliches...
...that although drugs allow the mind to escape its habitual cage of civilization, they trap it immediately into a new set of thinking patterns and customs; a new social order with its own stylized mores. These traditions usually grow around a small group of friends who are in the habit of smoking together. The same comments, the same gestures, the same conversations, are repeated within pot cliques and grow into a ritual built around the great...
...brackish swamp west of Marseille, pumped in fresh water, raised crops that led to an industry that has made France self-sufficient in rice. At war's end Ricard returned to pastis making. As Frenchmen flocked to the Riviera for sun and fun, they picked up the pastis habit, demanded what Ricard calls his "sunshine in a bottle" when they got home. With rising orders from all of France, Ricard's production went from 3,800,000 bottles in 1949 to 16 million in 1959. The company eventually built seven other plants across France, has two more under...
...first two meets Harvard has finished sixth and eighth, with a fine first day at the Dartmouth Carnival being cancelled out on the second day by a series of falls. The Crimson skiers have a habit of improving quickly as a season progresses, however...
...hang on for more than 100 pages while Author Berto composes an intense but trite idvertisement for himself and incidentally reminds the critics yet once more that Freud may be good for people but he sure is bad for writing, though not half so bad as Berto's habit of composing marathon sentences that go on and on and on for five, ten, 20 and once even for 37 pages with so little artistic reason for being that the puzzled reader may well wonder if the whole book is not simply a typographical catastrophe caused by the absence...