Word: thingness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...course, we were playing with symbols of revolution, and of course this was not the real thing. But what do you expect from upper-middle-class-socio-economic kids. Still, Henry Kissinger said that revolutions succeed when the people who are being revolted against do not take the revolutionaries seriously. So they took us seriously when we were only dealing with symbols. They sent Dartmouth students to jail for 30 days, and they fired on young people in Berkeley with shotguns filled with buckshot and birdshot and rock salt, and they killed one man--a white man. Black men died...
...broken a date with him so she could go out with some goddamned junior! Well, so be it. Any girl who breaks a date is not worth dating. But how could she make him feel so good one week and then stomp on him the next? What a thing to do to a guy!...And he had just taken it. He had stood there, not saying a word, taking it. He had stood there, not saying a word, taking it. She had squished him like some earthworm in the garden, and he had just taken...
...What if Susan didn't like the way he talked, or what he said, or what he wore, or what he looked like? What if he did something stupid? She'd pull the same damn trick!...noh, probably not, she was too sober to have developed that kind of thing to the art that Jean had--she'd probably come up with some ridiculous bullshit that Martin would see through immediately! And what would he do then? Yeah, what would he do then?! He couldn't just take it again! He'd have to let her have it! Tell...
ALMOST the first thing I did no entering Harvard four years ago was to shell out a few my parents' hard-earned dollars and join Students for a Democratic Society, then a relatively recent addition to Dean Watson's mailing list. I was soon taken in hand by a moustachioed radical several years my elder, with whom I spent a curious, concentrated week canvassing the freshman dormitories for political talent. We weren't too successful, if the truth be known, finding most of my classmates had their minds on P.T. credits and Gen Ed Ahf and the girl next door...
...hard life being an SDSer those days, and I gave up after a precious few of them. For one thing, I made the starling discovery that SDS meetings were a drag and tended to consume whole evening at a gulp. For another, I drifted into alternative extracurricular pursuits where people seemed to get on a lot easier with each other and where it was possible to meet a considerably wider assortment. Still, I continued to assume, come the revolution, that I would leap forthwith into the ranks of Harvard's insurgents, whoever they might be. And I continued to assume...