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...cried. My father found it difficult to swallow at dinner. Our dog--sensing our grief--didn't even circle the table waiting for an opportunity to filch our suppers. We all resolved that the Redskins would "have a date at Super Bowl VIII." Alas, it was never...
...year, plans have been drawn up, and architects have been hired. And no one has gone to court. The reason is simple: the University and the neighbors worked out a compromise. Harvard agreed to build structures the same size as those in the bordering neighborhood, the neighbors agreed to swallow their minor objections and let the project progress without years of costly delay. The discussions are now nearing completion; it is worth hoping that they will serve as a model for working out future tensions...
...frustration so profound that it exhausts body and morale. Burnout, in advanced states, imposes a fatigue that seems-at the time-a close relative of death. It is the entropy of the other-directed. Even the best worker-especially the best worker-will often, when thwarted, swallow his rage; it then turns into a small private conflagration, the fire in the engine room. A race of urban nomads who have wandered far from family roots tends to turn work into the spiritual hearth, a chief source of warmth and support. When the supervisor proves to be an idiot, when...
ROLL CALL, 7:07 a.m. The Hill Street precinct comes to disorder. Detectives, patrolmen and patrolwomen, officers and desk jockeys shuffle through the squad room, find seats, swallow some coffee and try to ignore the day ahead. Sergeant Phillip Freemason Esterhaus (Michael Conrad), a mountain of meat and gristle with a smile that could crack ice, is briefing his charges on the new day's agenda. "I'd like to interject a personal observation," he announces. "It seems that we've reached a new low, graffiti-wise, in both the men's and women...
...were hardly the stuff of dreams. But many young Easterners, nostalgic for the good life they had known before the horrors of the Civil War, were seduced to join up for what would prove banal, backbreaking labor. The pay for three months: $75 and all the beans one could swallow. On the drive, there were few shootouts with warpath tribes. Most drovers were happy to pay the 50?-per-head surcharge demanded by the Choctaw tribal council for crossing their land...