Word: knapsack
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...World War I, those knapsack-carried notebooks of Father Pierre Teilhard de Chardin contained the essence of many innovative theories, including his central concept of human evolution progressing toward an "Omega point," an ultimate unity in Christ. When elaborated upon in later writings, these ideas proved so unsettling that church officials forbade him to publish them. As a result, during his lifetime Teilhard was celebrated only as a paleontologist who worked on the Peking man discovery. It was not until after his death 20 years ago this week that his philosophical works (among them: The Phenomenon of Man, Christianity...
...choice but to join the crowd sleeping in the park located next to the bullring. I unrolled my sleeping bag and arranged my sweater into a makeshift pillow. I took off my pants, which contained my wallet, passport, traveller's checks, and train pass, and put them into my knapsack, which I placed a half-foot from my head. The wine had made my head heavy, and I was out like a light. Around 4:30 a.m. I awoke with a start and, after, shaking my head, I noticed with a shock that my knapsack was gone. I frantically began...
...excruciating surface life. It's 1973, it's winter, it's Boston and New York and Greyhounds and trains--all browning grass and filthy slush and highway grit. Usually the scene is familiar, and you feel as if you're in the background of every shot, with a knapsack maybe, not noticing the three sailors standing smoking in the corner by the luggage lockers. The career soldier on leave for a good time travels the circuit of the friendless and the mobile, nowhere to go but the next station or bar or cheap hotel, the most public terrain...
...quarter of an hour the bus had made the descent from the mountain, braking every 20 yards or so, and had stopped on the road that ran just outside Morochata. I put my knapsack on my back and was pointed toward the restaurant where I was to meet my contact. There, seated at a table in an interior patio where the sun shone strongly, sat Padre Ray Herman...
...know that your muscles still work. When you sit down to rest and look at your backpack, you realize that everything you need for survival is right there. In the last few years, of course, some of the hardiness has been extracted even from backpacking. The awkward canvas knapsack has given way to nylon and aluminum contraptions. Miniature propane stoves and freeze-dried foods-from stroganoff to strawberry ice cream-can never be as romantic as honest campfires, canned beans and coffee you brew yourself...