Word: minded
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...staying away from questions like Defense Department contracts or government-academic incest, Nader turned up other sorespots where the unversities have abdicated any sense of social justice. Universities are supposed to be the best information gatherers: why don't we know anything about the large corporations? The university-trained mind is supposed to zero in on important questions: why do the academics always wait for the government or the corporations to point out social problems? The universities obviously develop new roles for men to fill in the social web: why has M. I. T. placed so many of its graduates...
Though his delights were simple, Donovan's mind was a complex of projects. He had the music for his fall tour to think about, and the myriad of details needed to set up the house, such as how to get the phone company to install phones when they claimed they were "short of cable in his area." He mentioned some plans to make short movies. Most important, however, seemed to be his concern for the community. He mentioned it several times while I was there, and wanted to know what Arlo Guthric was doing in Stockbridge. Donovan is trying...
Dean Ford said before yesterday's meeting that the views of subcommittee members about the Project would "range from enthusiasm to strong skepticism," Cohen said last night that he has "a fully open mind about the whole thing" and that there is only "about a 0001% chance" that he himself would be directly involved with the Project...
...Muggeridge came to a harrowingly personal perception of the "tragic-You." He was at a sheepshearing. "It quite often happened that the mechanical shears drew blood. The sight agitated me abnormally, the blood so red against the wool so soft and white. Why was the sight somehow familiar? My mind went back . . . to being washed in the blood of the lamb. That was it: the sacrificial lamb, Agnus...
Just when the reader, thinking he has had enough, starts to get up and walk out of this nightclub of the mind, Jacobs takes a breath and launches into another of his characteristic openings: "My name is Oliver August. I am friendly, a Moose. I try to believe in disarmament. I cook for a hobby. Every seven years my cells change. But each new cell sings of health and wellbeing. No matter how often I am replaced, I remain formidable. . . . Look into my eyes: rain puddles rich with life. My story should be told." Hypnotized by those glittering rain puddles...