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...first things they looked for was water. Though moisture elsewhere on the moon would sizzle away under the unfiltered sun, the poles are different. Since the inclination of the moon is nearly upright, sunlight strikes it obliquely, plunging polar craters into darkness. Any water at the bottom of such depressions would flash-freeze at temperatures reaching -387[degrees...
This semester, my first class is at 11:30 a.m. two days a week. So I skip breakfast, and have lunch at 2 p.m. By the time I get to Lamont for some afternoon reading, the sunlight has begun to fade and the dinner hours are fast ticking away. Even if I don't eat again until 7--when only the ends of the pork loin are left and the chocolate chip cookies are long gone--just four-and-a-half hours have elapsed since I finished lunch...
...novelty only lasts so long. Whenever you need to change or quickly rush to class without answering questions and being photographed, it is tough to be a celebrity--a Harvard Student on display. First-floor living means captivity--the need to shut out the scant sunlight that enters the room because your half-naked physique might offend a passer-by. And, if it is afternoon and you can reasonably assume no "inappropriateness" will be going on, your open shades are greeted by telephoto lenses and the criss-cross pattern of the window screen on a stranger's nose...
...Beckett play may aspire to silence, yet its characters can't shut up. The women, reminiscent of Beckett's Dublin youth, chatter on about postnuclear sunlight (Happy Days) or adulterous affairs (Play)--what's Gaelic for yenta? The men ponder the efficacy of torture (Rough for Theatre II, What Where), the memory of a mother's last days (Krapp's Last Tape, Footfalls). Their dialogue often sounds like bumper stickers for the clinically depressed: "Can there be misery loftier than mine?" asks Hamm in Endgame. But it is also savagely, and savingly, comic. As Beckett knew, all hope is comic...
...Ketchum, Idaho. In 1975 she appeared on the cover of TIME to illustrate a story on new beauties. Fashion photographer Francesco Scavullo says she was such a natural beauty that he would have made her a star even without her famous surname. "You could put her out in the sunlight in the middle of the day and she looked like an angel," he recalls. But others credited her rapid ascent to the Hemingway mystique. "As celebrity became aristocracy, it became inheritable," says former Interview magazine editor Bob Colacello, who knew Hemingway as part of the crowd at the now legendary...