Word: reals
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...stories seem touched by the bizarre influence of Gunter Grass. On the day in 1938 when Austria capitulates to Hitler, for example, a man whom Siggy's mother loved but did not marry creates hysteria in Vienna by running around costumed as a Habsburg eagle. Siggy's real father is a Yugoslav who escapes on a motorcycle in 1944, during the terrible struggle between the German army, Tito's partisans, Mihailovich's Chetniks and a Croatian terrorist gang...
...modestly thought to himself, is not very hard to pin down: the trouble is that the world is unhappy. Jesse Kornbluth wrote in the CRIMSON, "I am a bit lonely here, I'm bored. . . We've felt so much, tried so hard in so many ways to bring some real humanity into the academy, and we've failed." Ten days ago Joel Kramer described the "incompleteness" he felt as he prepared to graduate. "Will I ever stop feeling so leaden-lazy; will I ever find something I want to do? . . . Harvard pulls hard at both ends, and you are left...
...point had been high up in the back of his neck. And he suspected it was because Harvard sets up on entire world of the mind, divorced from the body, totally self-sustaining, totally real within its own boundaries, totally whole -- but totally cut off from the body. One learns to live in the mind, and one stops listening to the body. That is the "incompleteness...
...experience joy in all its intensity. The greatest artists, the brightest people -- they were all fucked up. Maybe this was alright. What kind of happiness was he going to Esalen to buy? Would it mean giving up the tremendous pleasure that he was able to find in the real world, no matter how castrated...
Once more, he came to see through his fears. For what struck him coming back to Cambridge was that this was not the real world at all. This kind of scholarship was not the truth, or the quest for the truth. It was a game which men had set up for themselves; and they had made the rules so that they would always win. One can always take a poem and analyze it. One can always trace the images of light and darkness in a novel. It is all a game--a game which we all play, with whose answers...