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...obviously reared. It's the oldest truth in creation that there is evil in the universe and it is as a realistic schooling in the world's folly and wickedness that Bicker is usually defended. In letting her students, after months of reading Plato and Kant, Milton and Thoreau, pass complacently through the two weeks of Bicker, Princeton may well be defeating her own highest efforts at cultivating an operative system of values, and inducing in her sons the refined sort of ethical blindness which tactfully refrains from seriously applying standards of what is right in adjusting to the realities...
...With this book, 41-year-old Author Ruark (Something of Value) deserts Mau-Mau country for magnolia land. He has written a boozy-bucolic picture postcard reminiscence of his North Carolina boyhood. In Author Ruark's memory-misted eyes the Old Man (Ned Hall) is a cross between Thoreau and Natty Bumppo, and the Boy (Robert Chester Ruark Jr.) a blend of Huck Finn and Hemingway's Nick Adams. Less affected readers may feel that they are merely reading the diary of a bad boy scout spending an endless hunting-and-fishing trip with a garrulous, overage camp...
Molded Mandate. Still edited in Boston, the unorthodox, politically independent Atlantic has grown from a genteel gazette for Brahmins into a national monthly of moment that boasts more readers in California than in any Eastern state. From Walt Whitman to Archibald MacLeish, from Thoreau to Thornton Wilder, it has diligently cultivated the best U.S. writers of every decade since its founding. In its broader role as an exponent of the American idea, it has molded its mandate to the times and, at its best, brought to trie vital issues of the day that "nervous force" without which, as Atlantic Editor...
...Time," wrote contemplative Henry David Thoreau (1817-62), "is but the stream I go a-fishing in." Recluse Thoreau (Walden, 1854), who lived for 26 months in a spare, do-it-yourself hut (cost: $28.12) in the serene wilderness of Massachusetts' Walden Pond, might have locked his creaky door had he caught a glimpse of the U.S. last week. It was a remarkable sight. In the heat of this midsummer, the nation looked upon time not as a quiet stream but as a bubbling spring from which it might satisfy an endless thirst for motion...
...Aspen, Colo. last week a group of hardheaded U.S. executives stayed up until the small hours of the morning arguing vigorously about the nature of angels. By day they pored over the works of Aristotle, Thoreau, John Stuart Mill and Karl Marx. Inside a hexagonal building, in the midst of an alfalfa field 7,900 ft. above sea level, they met twice daily to discuss such topics as the nature of happiness, the relative merits of justice and charity, the contrasts between democracy and aristocracy...