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...honest, but this guy had put in three hard years preparing for the exams, and I was wondering just how justified I was in ruining the guy's career. Recalling my Princeton experience with the honor system, I realized how necessary it was to give the guy the shaft...
Cossio delights in explaining the subject matter of his finished mural. The crystal sphere at the bottom represents the human soul. Within it is a castle symbolizing the Church Militant. Spiraling up around the sphere are martyrs, saints and dignitaries of the Carmelite order. Borne amidst them on a shaft of light are St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross,* welcomed from above by the Madonna, and Child...
...during the winter months by about 40 Kurds and their flocks and herds. Last year Solecki became interested in the debris on the cave's floor. Back at Shanidar early this year, financed by a Fulbright grant and surrounded by fascinated Kurds, Archaeologist Solecki carefully dug a square shaft in the promising deposit. The top layers were modern. Just below, he found tools and fragments of pottery from the "historic period" when Shanidar belonged to the Persians, the Assyrians, the Babylonians or the Turks. Below this layer, metal relics gradually disappeared. Stone tools took their place, and the pottery...
Under the curious eyes of the cave's living tenants, the shaft sank, foot after foot, toward the dimmest beginnings of human history. Subtle changes in bits of stone, covered by the garbage of ancient man, told of the shifts of culture. Solecki spent many feet of digging in the Aurignacian period (of the well-built Cro-Magnon men). Then he entered the Mousterian period (of the Neanderthal men, stooped and beetle-browed). At 26 feet below the surface, he found the scattered bones of a child less than a year old who had died something like...
...speleologists, the way down into the cave is often like the way up to heaven for saints-straight and narrow. Moreover, the pothole shaft is apt to be lined with slimy rock walls out of which icy waterfalls pour over the passing spelunker. He spins sickeningly sometimes, at the end of a quarter-inch strand of cable, while his fellow spelunkers lower him slowly into the unknown. Below, he is often the sole inhabitant, except for eyeless white cockroaches and the like, of a world of stone, water and darkness. Claustrophobic terror can catch him, turn him hysterical. Finally...