Word: toils
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Sink or Swim. Yet the boys and their keepers are not intimate. Andover is no place for teacher's pets. A "man" stands alone on his marks and muscles. All year the juniors (first-year boys) toil at attaining "silver" standards in physical tests, including a "drownproofing" course (copied by the Peace Corps) with a rugged exam-staying afloat for 35 minutes with hands tied behind back. The pride a boy feels when he succeeds is the fruit of Andover's unofficial motto: "Sink or swim...
...resort. A magnificent feat of engineering, the French and Italian sections of the horizontal hole, begun on opposite sides of Western Europe's tallest mountain, were only two inches out of line horizontally and three inches off vertically when they came together. After 3½ years of toil and tragedy -including 17 deaths, 800 injuries-the tunnel was a handsome triumph over monumental hazards. The Italians began in January 1959, eight months before the French, but soon lost the advantage of their head start, for the glacier-squeezed southern Alpine rock was dangerously brittle, collapsed regularly, requiring extra bracing...
Through all that mountain's uncorrupted height, Past treeline, shrubline, grass, above all soil, The mind awakens and the eyes delight In contemplation of a crystal sight Made beautiful and sacred by our toil...
...reasoning a completely truthful one? I think not. Art' doesn't really defer to life; it does the reverse: it puts it into question. If an artist really believed in the supremacy of his condition (whose essence is mortality) why would he for a moment go through all the toil of creating an object whose whole intent is to last forever, to be immortal? We find these representative lines in a Shakespearian sonnet: "But thine eternal summer shall not fade/ Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st." Shakespeare, were he deferring to nature, would rejoice in the mortality...
...father of four: "God will help us. We will get jobs." Throughout most of Latin America, there is a flight from the harsh land. Bet ter than 50% of the region's arable land is in the hands of only 1½% of the owners; most campesinos toil like serfs on big estates for less than $50 a year...