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...taken for granted. Both my parents were professionals in the public sector who worked in an integrated environment in which both men and women were at least present in all positions at all different levels. That is not to say that I did not believe sexism existed, but in retrospect it seemed more of an individual attribute than an institutional...
...retrospect, I realize I was a small part of a collective neurosis. On one of my more fortunate nights, I listened to a friend recollect how she was dining alone at a corner seat when a foreign entryway invaded her table and completely ignored her. Another friend would refuse to eat unless someone accompanied him to the dining hall. Then there was the rumor of the girl who would take an extra tray and set it across from her so no one would think she was alone...
...retrospect, perhaps, the State Department should not have been, for China has become increasingly obstreperous in its external relations. A few months ago, it detonated a nuclear device immediately after signing the renewal of the Nuclear Nonproliferation Treaty. And in the Spratlys, located in the South China Sea, China has aggressively tried to muscle aside the long-standing territorial claims of other Asian nations...
...through Harvard. Now, two years later,I know that getting though is seldom the realchallenge because it's virtually guaranteed thatyou will. In the meantime, you'll have to holdfast to whatever it is you most value aboutyourself because Harvard will probably give it agood shaking up. Which, in retrospect, is notwithout benefit. After that incident with myEnglish professor, I became hell-bent on improvingmy writing. I needed, more than anything, tojustify the writer I believed I was, and the one Ihoped to become. And so, with the aid of Strunkand White's Elements of Style--a gift froma sympathetic...
Train wrecks are marvelously entertaining in retrospect, with a guitar accompaniment. Mary Karr's God-awful childhood in a sulfurous East Texas oil town has the same sort of calamitous appeal. Her rowdy memoir The Liars' Club (Viking; 320 pages; $22.95) takes its title from the ring-tailed bosh passed around among oil workers at the American Legion bar, where her father, the champion liar, took her when she was a tadpole...