Word: kidding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...good-humored piece is almost beyond criticism. Yet I feel that its simplicity, facility, and accessibility collapsed into a mere smile of irritating urbanity. Nearly every one of Britten's works is charming; in fact, so is nearly every British and American work that is ever performed. Billy the Kid, Rodeo, Red Pony, Appalachian Spring, The Incredible Flutist, and Tender Land are all charming. The Tallis and Greensleeves fantasias, Young Person's Guide, Ceremony of Carols, and Spring Symphony are all exquisitely charming, irresistibly delicious. But I, for one, am slowly drowning in this unendurably "childlike" floodtide of syrup...
...Harvard? For status, right? Why are you asking me these questions, what do you care? Why are you coming out here? You came to Harvard, did what the perfect kid was supposed to do--what do you care if they throw people out? You're sort of saying Harvard is wrong, but what will you be doing 20 years from now? You've already been above the borderline--finally the richies are turning around and saying I don't like it up here. But if we start getting what you have you'll say, 'Hey, goddamn it, I had that...
...reminded once again of the complexity of Robert's legacy. Besides having inherited the constituency of the poor*, he is also heir to the charges of ruthless political ambition that always bedeviled Robert - accusations that Ted was able to avoid as long as he was only the kid brother...
...hopped onto the subway and was at the Pru before long. I got my number there and jumped in the bus. I sat with some kid who had come from Buffalo. He said he'd run about 3 miles a day the past week, and I began to wonder just what kind of a fiasco this was. I looked around the bus at the seasoned veterans and figured there was perhaps one guy, a man in his fifties, that I could hope to beat...
...they checked his number and then urged him on by name. The psychological boost, at least to a novice like me, was immeasurable. A person would yell, "That a boy, Ben, keep going." I think I got special attention because many pitied me. Here comes this whimp of a kid who certainly doesn't look 18. On the other hand, some kids, ver considerately, I thought, called me names, but it was sort of funny...