Word: travels
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Luce emerged from his youth with a deep sense of moral certainty matched by his unquenchable ambition and limitless curiosity. At an early age he began to crave books of all kinds. And he developed an almost obsessive attraction to travel. In 1913, at 15, he journeyed alone through Europe for four months before returning to the U.S. for prep school. He was, he said, "a fanatical sightseer," and he visited cities, museums and other sites with a relentless and methodical efficiency. That thirst for knowledge and experience--at times, it seemed, an almost undifferentiated thirst, a quest...
...front is a song of dark fear, deep pride, lost mail, long waits and improvisation. The white heat of the summer is hard to remember now, when it becomes cold enough at night to leave ice rattling inside canteens. At the very front lines, the motto is "Travel light, freeze at night." Soldiers sleep in parka linings, with socks on their hands if their mittens are missing. They wish they could requisition extra toes...
...Before we actually tried it, space travel was a whole lot easier. See Abbott and Costello Go to Mars (1953). So simple a janitor (Bud) and a half-wit (Lou) could stumble onto a big silver sausage of a rocketship, flip a few switches, and go all the way to . . . Mardi Gras. Then Venus, with all the usual misadventures and comic contortions along the way. The code term for this is "classic comedy." It's a warning, because it's dated. Soft spots, stiff acting by supporting players, and yet A & C fans (you know who you are) are watching...
...Andrew Sisters, either. But Venus is still crawling with beautiful women, and they're beautiful women you can watch with the kiddies -- try Sunday morning. How can CP say it? Comedy was simpler then, feminism was simpler then (alive and well on Venus, incidentally) and gosh -- space travel was simpler then. Much simpler, although they never do get to Mars. Now if only Lockheed-Martin would start building silver sausages and fish-bowl space helmets, we'd all have a better place to go on President's Day weekend...
Like many people on campus, I have been instructed almost since birth to avoid dangerous situations. I don't walk in alleyways by myself, or travel around at two in the morning, or go with strangers into isolated areas. None of this advice however, designed for use against a hypothetical, psychopathic, stranger rapist, protected me from the brilliant, popular, future Ivy League student I thought was my friend...