Word: thingness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...worked for ten years and I hated it. I wanted always to get out as soon as I could... I was in a horrible thing called the coal business, and I also got into the security business. I never made anything out of the coal business. but I speculated and made a little out of the securities, and I got ?? I wanted a way of life, a way of life rather than just to make money...
...Harvard being Harvard, one does not give D's. Consider C-a failure.) Why? Not because they are a sign the student doesn't know the material, or hasn't thought carefully or any of that folly. They simply make tedious reading. "Locke is a transitional figure." "The whole thing boils down to human rights." Now I ask you, I have 92 bluebooks to read this week, and all I ask really, is that you keep me awake. Talk to me. Is that so much...
...bottom of the pile.) Again it is not that A.E.'s are vicious or ludicrous as such; but in quantity they become sheer madness. Or induce it. "The 20th Century has never recovered from the effects of Marx or Froud." (V.G.); "but whether this a good thing or a bad thing is difficult to say." (A.E.) Now one might be droll enough. But by the dozen? This the quantitative aspect of grading-we are, after all, getting five dollars a head for you dolts and therefore pile up as many of you apiece as we can get-this is what...
...should the students want to know? Well, PRL is the closest thing Harvard has to a how-smart-are-you index, and because of that is one of the College's greatest status symbols. Does ranking first in your class at Exeter make you smarter than a science type who gets a bunch of 800 board scores? It's hard to say. PRL is Harvard's answer to such questions; it is a tidy composite of your high school academic achievements and what the College knows of your aptitude...
...Still, the thing about freshmen roommates is that you don't really hate yours until you're a sophomore and by then it's too late. During freshman year, said roommate is indispensable. At best, he will share his mother's chocolate chip cookies with you (although by the time they arrive from Milwaukee they're sure to be broken). At worst, he will be petulantly difficult whenever you want to sleep a girl in overnight: Say, uh, would you mind very much if Jan and I used the room tonight? Didn't the two of you use it last...