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After wartime service with the Office of Strategic Services and later with the State Department, Marcuse went back to teaching (Columbia, Harvard, Brandeis). His books, as they appeared, caused scarcely a ripple until the 1960s. Then came the splash. The student radicals who appropriated him were highly selective. From Marcuse's message, embedded in prose of almost impenetrable prolixity, they extracted the slogans that served their purposes. Explained an American radical: "It was our unrepressed intolerance and thorough antipermissiveness that brought our actions success. Who gave us the intellectual courage to be intolerant and unpermissive? Herbert Marcuse more than...
...that specifically fit the Core's temets. In future years, as the Core fades from public view, the Faculty's critical approach to Core courses may fade. The Core might evolve--or devolve--into another Gen Ed. Pfeffer stressed. "Nothing is stopping the Core from deteriorating after this first splash. New courses must continually be developed--And students are one of the best sources for that task...
...acting. Oooh, spilling their guts out into the camera, "I'm so empty I'm so depressed I've got so much anger in me Watch me crack up Boo-hoo isn't life depressing Look at those waves I'm gonna walk into the surf Whoosh whoosh crash splash." Bleah. That's Woody Allen trying to be arty. All that Freudian bullshit.... I like the guy, he's genius and all that, but he tried to be Bergman in one movie, and not even Bergman could do that. Anyway, Bergman's best movie is Smiles of a Summer Night...
Naval tactics will be in order at Blodgett Pool where Admiral Bernal will send his fleet of Crimson submariners and divebombers into action against the Blue Lubbers. Earlier Saturday morning, the Harvard women's varsity torpedoes will splish-splash the Elis by forcing them to take a bath...
...near the engine. To my horror he didn't even shut off the motor, much less allow it to cool off. Impatiently, he told me to hold the funnel as he poured the diesel into the tank. I did so with much trepidation, half-expecting the diesel to splash onto the red hot exhaust pipe six inches away, blowing up all to kingdom come at any moment. I really grew panicky when Gilles switched his lit cigarette from his right hand to his mouth. Even that I could live with until he leaned over to peer down into the tank...