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...Limits of Reason Alone," Nietzsche's "The Birth of Tragedy." As you read a few lines here, a few there, the printed words slowly vanish and are replaced by an image of yourself dressed in Renaissance robes, poring over an illuminated manuscript in an Erasmus-like tower. You lean over and look out the window at the little groups of women walking to market and children playing tag, a couple of lovers smiling at one another in the grass, and a frown comes over your face, you shake your head, and, with a slight disdainful grunt, you return to pore...
...political axis now tilts toward the right, but only slightly. Some 29% of those polled called themselves conservatives. Another 23% did not use that label but shared essentially the same views as those who think of themselves as conservative. They can be considered to be moderates who lean conservative...
...does it," said one member of her staff. "There are times when it must be unbearable. But she does not let down. She is the most self-disciplined woman I have ever seen." Said her son-in-law, David Eisenhower: "Mrs. Nixon is always there with a shoulder to lean on. But whose shoulder does she have to lean on?" It is a perhaps unanswerable question. The only reply may well...
...changeover to automation in New York will begin slowly. The Times admits that its composing room is ten years behind some other U.S. papers. But, adds Operations Officer John Werner, "it won't take ten years to recover." After some lean years, both papers look forward to the added profits that automation may bring. The Times has specific reasons to hope. In the first six months of this year, its string of eleven automated papers in Florida and North Carolina showed pretax profit margins averaging 26.6%, while the nonautomated Times itself returned only...
...wiry frame tensed for combat, his glance imperiously stern, his mustache visibly bristling, his arms formidably laden with books, the lean, dapper man strode briskly to his Senate seat. "Mr. President," his utterly confident baritone voice rang out, and then for two hours, three, four, and once for a marathon 22 hours and 26 minutes, Wayne Morse lectured, harangued, infuriated and often educated his fellow Senators. Sometimes they fled the lesson, and Morse addressed an empty floor and gallery. But it scarcely fazed him. For he was sure that he was speaking for the ages and not just...