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...near the mine face, visibility diminishes, and the air thickens with black dust. The miners begin to clear their throats and spit. The area around the mine face looks like a small construction site, with piles of boards, bolts, rails, ties and electrical power equipment. The wires on this equipment are regularly checked lest a miner be electrocuted. Facing the wall of coal is a continuous coal mining machine called "the beast." The machine's whirling blades chew into the seam with a roaring noise like an avalanche, spewing chunks of coal back into waiting coal cars, which...
...years, politicians have been recalling the late John Nance Garner's observation that the vice presidency "isn't worth a pitcher of warm spit."* Apparently, being a candidate for the office is not so hot either. "I can assure you that having been 'considered' for the job in 1968 and having been 'considered' for it again in 1974," Republican Senator Howard Baker Jr. said last week, "I'm the world's leading authority on the proposition that that's the most helpless position in politics that...
...places at once--within ivied walls yet outside them as well, on the "streets" or on the "land" or wherever--denotes a kind of selfimage which inhabits a fantasy world belonging to undergraduates. A professional academic ought to have known better. You can't cruise Broadway all night or spit verbal napalm at the world from a fire escape in the Jewish ghetto and spend the rest of your time giving lectures and writing for learned and prestigious journals. You can try it, of course, but your experience in edge city, of bleakness and rancor and the humor they generate...
...only living five-star General of the Army. Bradley returned last week to the ivied walls on the Hudson for the dedication of the Omar N. Bradley Library, which will contain his personal papers. With his uniform razor-creased and his eyes glistening as if they were spit-shined, Bradley told cadets: "Every time I return to West Point I visit my youth, my roots, my dreams. At this stage of my life I'm glad to be anywhere, but today I feel a special kind of fulfillment...
...Freudian" slips in mis-writing dates on letters--Blotner presents all of the minute details as pedantic facts. Even the events that cry out for psychological interpretation--Faulkner's wife's suicide attempt on their honeymoon, his younger brother's death in an airplane stunt, his debilitating drinking--are spit out undigested, with the unexplored mention that they may have had psychological consequences...