Word: shortly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...self-recognition. His own view of the constant alteration of point-of-view is that it is the most direct form of personal education. "What else can you mean by consciousness expanding," he asks, "than the attempt to comprehend all the life styles in an age?" This is his short-hand way of expressing the old desire for transcendance. A man who is noting, after all, is potentially everything. "Studying the Puritans or watching you try to figure me out, Sable," he once said, " are just ways of playing god." Sometimes he imputes his powers of negative capability to everyone...
...short, it does no discredit to Mr. Gilligan to recognize that the man who defeated him was and is an outstanding liberal and intellectual-- who happens to be a Republican. Indeed. Mr. Geoghegan should be glad that his next-door neighbor was defeated by a better man. Terry A. Barnett '67 2L Saxbe Research Director President, Ripon Society
...obvious, finally, that any study of the Harvard crisis can be no more than a short chapter in the sprawling study of the crisis of modern youth and modern academia. It is almost impossible to separate what is true for Harvard alone and what is valid more universally. A complete description of the crisis would try, more rigorously, to focus on the unique features of this community. A summary report on causes can hope to do little more than show how Harvard's concrete case illustrates general propositions, or rather how its peculiar ordeal revealed a general plight...
...make a long story short, he hired the four oldest lawyers in Boston, who were all prep school classmates of the judge, to get him off, and they did. The judge said that he had been there to cover it for the Lampoon. To make the university authorities believe his reportage, too, the Lampoon published this issue, which bears the red fist of Jester choking Ibis on its cover. Narthex is happy to remain anonymous...
Janet Belle Smith, 42, is a minor short-story writer who is appreciated for her cultivated prose and sensitivity. Each summer she leaves her husband, an insurance exec, and her children for a stay at Illyria, a 500-acre arts preserve where writers, musicians, painters and sculptors create in secluded studios beneath hemlocks and pines. Tap-tap, tinkle-tinkle, scrape-scrape go the creative artists. Presumably, the hemlocks and pines murmur...