Word: sleeps
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...school you will spend 30 to 40 hours a week at lectures, and as many more studying. But do not plan on actually grasping the material; there is no time to do more than memorize for exams. And do not plan on getting much sleep-for at least the next seven years...
What that has meant in practical terms has been long stretches of getting up at 5 a.m., coming home at 8:30 p.m. or later, and no more than five hours of sleep. "People usually don't understand the implications of what I'm saying," he insists, "but they are awesome! It's one thing to talk about it; it's another to actually live your life that way. After a while it just gets to be grim. I'm not going to turn around 16 years from now and have my 18-year...
...pick up the prevailing westerly wind. For 13 days near 58° south latitude, he never saw the sun and at tunes could not even see the top of his mast. "Everything on board was wet and cold," he recalls, "and it was dangerous when I went to sleep. I couldn't know if I would crash with an iceberg." On two occasions his boat was knocked down flat in the water, and the rudder was badly damaged...
...circuitry, however, can ward off the perils of the ocean. Experienced sailors ran aground several times. Second-Place Finisher Reed watched in helpless panic "when a whale tried mating with me," nearly smashing the boat. There is no panacea for thirst, chronic lack of sleep, perpetual cold and clammy discomfort. Why, then, knowing all this, do sailors set out alone, again and again? Not merely because it is there. Explains Philippe Jeantot: "Because it is difficult. I enjoy succeeding in difficult things...
Students claw at their carrel-tops and calculate ("If I read 800 words a minute, sixteen hours a day. I will finish the reading by August 20th. But if I read 800 words a minute for seventeen hours a ..."). Could fact asserts itself through sleep-drugged minds ("Gazelles cannot actually leap; they are merely very poor flyers"), until fact and fancy no longer collide but merge like an icy cancer spreading over a Roast Beef Special ("If the Atlantic rose and drowned all the gazettes there might not be any Harry Levin...