Word: pilings
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...insist and insist again, by Vague Generalities. We abhor V.G.’s, we skim right past them, we start wondering what kind of C to give from the first V.G. we encounter; and as they pile up we decide C- (Harvard being Harvard, we do not give D’s. Consider C- a failure). Why? Not because they are a sign the student does not know the material, or hasn’t thought creatively, or any of that folly. They simply make tedious reading. “Locke is a transitional figure...
...Artful equivocations are even worse; lynx-eyed sly little rascals that we are, we see right through them. (Up to exam 40. Then our lynx eyes droop, and grading habits relax. Try to get on the bottom of the pile.) Again, it is not that A.E.’s are vicious or ludicrous as such; but in quantity they become sheer madness. Or induce it. “The 20th century has never recovered from the effects of Marx and Freud.” (V.G.); “But whether or not this is a good thing...
...oceans; the fact that the polar ice caps are melting. I think that right under the surface of everybody's consciousness is the full understanding that we're in for a really tough ride and everybody is really afraid to face it. The attitude is: "Let me amass my pile and we'll worry about that 10 or 20 years from...
...Eliot JCR buzzes as FM’s picks make their unlikely rounds. Next to a pile of steaming burritos and bottles of two-buck Chuck, a rocker in a brown polyester jacket chats with a beautiful geek in suspenders. Over by the couches, a sourdough CEO with a soothing French accent sits beside a renowned breaker in sweats and sneakers. And some of Harvard’s most vocal activists—on both sides of the spectrum—talked blogs...
Around 4 p.m., as the sky darkened, Summers was lowered into a 2-m-deep grave. Kok-de Bruijn and Calderoni, the two who had spent time with the deceased, were the only ones crying. Fuligno then stepped up onto the nearby pile of earth and invited mourners each to toss a handful of dirt onto the coffin, as his fellow Baptists always do. After hesitating, the onlookers began to step forward. And, slowly, the white casket adorned with the teenagers' magic-markered calligraphy disappeared under a layer of soft, brown earth...