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Ghastly Irony. Syria's 15,000 troops in Lebanon now control fully half of the country, allowing the Christians room to maneuver in their drive to mop up their opponents. The bitterest battle of the entire war drags on between Christians and Palestinian commandos at Tel Zaatar (Hill of Thyme), a Palestinian camp on the rim of East Beirut. The battle, in which 1,500 combatants have already been slaughtered, is freighted with ghastly irony. It was the massacre of 27 Tel Zaatar residents by the Christians more than a year ago that first stoked Lebanon's smoldering...
Following the checklist, the student porter gathers the needed implements. Mop bucket, mop. He is well aware of the danger involved in performing his function at this time of day. Playtex gloves. Some people are still sleeping. Sponge. They know him only as an early morning phantom who arrives with clinking pail on tip-toe. Broom. He recalls the morning he knocked, no answer, and entered, to find a couple obviously not expecting him, the girl screamed, the guy gurgled forth obscenities and the student porter dove into friendly porcelain territory locking the door behind him. Squeegee. And then there...
...people can't clean their own bathrooms." But he also heard Bonny Landers say, "I'm grateful for the job. It's either this or being a barmaid in Boston." The student porter is filled with ambivalence as he is sucked into a confrontation he does not desire, his mop is not even...
...freshman year, how he came to know Harvard with other members of the dorm crew in those first uncertain days, how the camaraderie of their labors had made them all fast friends. He is flooded with nostalgia as he hangs up his "Johnny brush" and rinses out his mop...
...gone through more than half a can of beer (Knickerbocker is awful), and the 400 square feet of white linoleum had been left tatooed with brew-begrimed footprints, fliptops everywhere, and the remnants of cigarette butts. We were both still real stoned, and with lights suddenly on the mops in our hands, the white room seemed clinical, even institutional. So we swabbed it with mops and a great grey steel pail, periodically cleaning the mops under the shower, or shattering the besotted silence of the entry by opening the door and heaving great bags of the detritus out onto...