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...herd of 150 small whales nosed their way onto a beach near Fort Pierce, Fla., last week. Boaters and state conservation agents dragged the cetaceans, of the species Pseudorca crassidens, the false killer whale, back into deep water. But the whales doggedly finned themselves onto the sand again, and 125 died. Scientists were at a loss to explain the mass death wish: perhaps a leader gone berserk, or a quirk of weather or topology that disoriented the whales' biological sonar systems. To those who see omens, it seemed that the whales were trying to tell us something. To those...
...Hill, "storm this Symbol of our noble Cause like so many Son's of Whores and a d-mned Rabble!, We," he continued, puffing out his Label, little Beard suggesting, "can do this thing in the grand Style. Don't storm on Foot! I'll supply a thundering Herd of wide-winged Pegesi upon which we can fly against the Citadel like an avenging Horde! And my way, at the least," he added for emphasis to the stunned Membership, "if we get no Cause in our Bag, we'll be left some Feathers in our Caps...
Justice William O. Douglas wrote the majority opinion which stated that. "There is no suggestion in the Selective Service Act that the Selective Service has free-wheeling authority to ride herd on the registrants, using induction as a disciplinary or vindictive measure...
...rise, roaring about the dikes of Flanders in time of carnival and willow pruning on the dark, hard-budded land. He shows the earth veiled in blue boundlessness at haying time. Then in the fall comes the sacrifice of her apples, her grapes and human fruits as well. The herd plods home. A body dangles from a gibbet on a hill. Reality was his subject, and truth his object. Yet these paintings are not finickily meticulous, as are those of Burgundian miniaturists. Rather, they are painted with a panache and freedom that, centuries later, the Impressionists were to rediscover...
...Return of the Herd (see detail, page 58), one hears it first of all. Not only the lowing of cattle in the last watery rays of an autumn afternoon, but also the squish of mud beneath their hoofs and the crows' jeering overhead. The cattle are coming down from their mountain pastures. Most will be slaughtered, but a lucky few may winter with their masters in out of the wind. Beyond, and below, the last of the grapes are being gathered. Dionysus, god of wine, once stole the cattle of the sun. A castle gleams like teeth...