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...cheers for President Nixon for not being "active enough" and for not pretending to "define" a "purpose" (in the words of Schlesinger, the pseudoauthoritative seer) [March 28]. Why should he? It seems to me that we've all had a clear enough look at Nixon's charismatic or forceful predecessors whose administrations were full of purpose and the monumental boo-boos that resulted from their purposeful activities. Regarding the complex and high decisions now facing any President, perhaps it is time simply to do what seems best at the moment and in the given situation. No human being...
...TIME Essay "The Danger of Playing at Revolution" [March 28] was thoughtful and incisive but irrelevant. It is, of course, absurd to believe that the U.S. Government can be actively overthrown by any combination of New Leftists, Yippies or Black Panthers. But your Essay considers only the classical type of revolution of the French or Russian variety. Certainly other kinds are possible-not only possible but apparently inevitable...
...toga into which you place Gore Vidal [March 28] is, of course, that of Gaius Petronius, the blasé arbiter of tastes under Nero who finally incurred the emperor's wrath and calmly severed his veins. The analogy could be extended: Petronius authored another "bad-tasting" book, the Satyricon, which, like Myra Breckinridge, is a dazzlingly unique contribution to the world's comic literature. Only those whose discrimination is flawless can achieve what Brigid Brophy calls "the dizzying, the rococo heights of true bad taste...
...rally on the steps of Memorial Church. Students will march directly from the rally to the convocation in Memorial Hall...
...Friday late in March, a few days after Eric's experience in the cabin, the mist in New Hampshire was thick. So thick that its whiteness made it impossible to distinguish the snow-covered ground from the sky. Towering black trees, everything, disappeared into the haze...