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...Robert Kiely and David Perkins, teaching English and American literature of the 20thCentury, could make it come alive. “Pull down they vanity!” roared Perkins, reading Ezra Pound. “Come up, you fearful Jesuit,” intoned Kiely, doing James Joyce in an Irish brogue. They made us feel...

Author: By Storer H. Rowley, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: A Blur of Impressions | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

...several laps around the asphalt pathways I think of as the racetrack. I spent most of the time absorbed in my own thoughts of senior week, my new job, spending the summer with my family and all those other details that fly through your mind as you pound the pavement. As I rounded the bend near the JFK Park to head home, I looked up. The river glittered in the light of the full moon, cooing and rippling ever so softly. Up ahead, the boughs of the overhanging trees framed the towers of Dunster, Lowell and Eliot. Their domes formed...

Author: By Jenny E. Heller, | Title: Establishment and Revolution | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

...friends were proud users of soft drugs. That fall I decided to comp for the Lampoon as the result of a chance encounter with a celebrated Lampoon genius mid-acid-trip—his, not mine. And that winter, a roommate and I managed to buy a one-pound slab of hashish, a gorgeous and remarkable object I still recall vividly...

Author: By The CLASS Of, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: In Their Own Words | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

...Robert Kiely and David Perkins, teaching English and American literature of the 20thCentury, could make it come alive. “Pull down they vanity!” roared Perkins, reading Ezra Pound. “Come up, you fearful Jesuit,” intoned Kiely, doing James Joyce in an Irish brogue. They made us feel...

Author: By The CLASS Of, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: In Their Own Words | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

...friends were proud users of soft drugs. That fall I decided to comp for the Lampoon as the result of a chance encounter with a celebrated Lampoon genius mid-acid-trip—his, not mine. And that winter, a roommate and I managed to buy a one-pound slab of hashish, a gorgeous and remarkable object I still recall vividly...

Author: By Kurt Andersen, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: Straddling the Fence | 6/5/2001 | See Source »

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