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Unlike those seniors who entered investment banking, graduated seniors in the consulting field praise the "sane" hours, the value in learning about a variety of fields, and the expert on-the-job training they receive...

Author: By Lisa J. Goodall, | Title: Recruiting Reflects Stock Market Crash | 12/7/1987 | See Source »

...Before I started, I thought that investment banking was God's all--that this was it," says one disillusioned first-year analyst who asked not be identified. "But the hours are just not sane, my social life is totally shot and I don't even have the consolation of enjoying my job because now [following the crash] I'm just doing busy work...

Author: By Lisa J. Goodall, | Title: Recruiting Reflects Stock Market Crash | 12/7/1987 | See Source »

...keep your friends sane at the Christmas feast table...

Author: By Emily Mieras, | Title: `Twas Twenty-One Days Before Christmas | 12/4/1987 | See Source »

Four city psychiatrists testified that Brown was crazy. Three psychiatrists, hired by Brown's attorneys, found her sane, albeit eccentric. Throwing up his hands at the experts, Judge Lippmann quoted the Roman poet Juvenal: "Bitter poverty has no harder pang than that it makes men ridiculous." He found Brown to be "educated, intelligent." In court "she displayed a sense of humor, pride, a fierce independence of spirit." Neither suicidal nor malnourished, Brown can meet her own essential needs. Street life may be an "offense to aesthetic senses," the judge declared, but "freedom, constitutionally guaranteed, is the right...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Down And Out - but Determined | 11/23/1987 | See Source »

...reinforcements, my lawyer, my Harvard Law School Professor from the back seat: "Giiiiiinsburg!"--but it is not the pinstriped one that comes bounding front-seatward over the naugahyde but a flashing purple, orange, and hair between myself and the evil moonface, a poet, a beatnik, a man more sane unconscious than awake, rapping an unmistakable acid/booze rap into the ear of the man who has the power to send 50,000 national guardsmen to drag us to jail in chains, dancing and singing some verbal Mandala, and reaching into his pocket to pull out what I can only hope...

Author: By Rutger Fury, | Title: On the Road | 11/10/1987 | See Source »

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