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...When Clark writes of the draft, he can't restrain himself: "A government that would try to draft (young people) would be little better than a kidnapper," he states. When they talk about the ideal society, they're apt to point to Espiritu Santo, a few square miles of sand that an American businessmen tried to turn into a bite-sized tax shelter earlier this year. If you leave yourself open, the tendency to analogy can overwhelm: "So you can steal (tax) the products of my body if you need them for something? Then why can't you rape...
...status quo the way the oyster uses sand, as the irritant that produces pearls of wisdom," suggests Pogrebin. Ask your children how a play might have been different if the leading character had been of the opposite sex. Ask why some school recreation programs still offer dancing only to girls and camping only to boys. Or why some PTAs still schedule meetings at hours when working parents cannot attend...
...dirty work. He's the guy they turn to when a hot water pipe bursts in the gameroom at 2 a.m. or when the Toast-R-Oven short-circuits the entire first floor. When they had a Hawaiian party and didn't know what to do with all the sand, he figured out a way to truck it down the block to a tiny tributary of the Charles. To this day, Butt-fucker's Beach lies invitingly under the overpass, at the intersection of Beacon Street and Charles Gate West...
...crumbles the earth in my hands and smears it on my face and arms. I take off my shirt and pour it over my chest. I toss a shovelful above my head so that it showers into my hair. Cool and dry like powder, it is gritty like sand; it smells like dirt. I can't convince myself that this dirt belongs to me. We have only just...
...their penchant for bolting out of a movie theater before the playing of the national anthem at the end of a show. The Picasso Summer acutely satirizes the dilemma of an art lover. Strolling one evening, he stumbles upon the Master doodling a huge mural in the French sand. Caught without a camera, the tourist moves slowly up and down the beach, trying to make a mental photograph of the masterpiece before a rising tide comes to wash it away...