Word: vag
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Vag fumbled with his black tie. This was always the hardest part of it--this and getting used to the bite of the collar button as it dug into his throat. But he didn't really mind too much. The thing had to be done, and it was only once in three years. He looked over the letter lying on his desk. "Dear Vag: Will you give the Associates and Tutors and pleasure of your company at the head table at the October House Dinner.... We usually wear dinner coats, but that is by no means essential...
SCENE THREE. Will he get the nickel if he wins the toss, Vag? Why do the players use so much mascara under their eyes when it shows so frightfully? Why do they yell Yoohoo over there? Why doesn't he blow the whistle, Vag? . . . Yes. No. Yes. No. Vag doesn't know. How can he know everything, oh lovely Simmous girl? There is still a mist over his eyes from the Harvard-Dartmouth Ball last night. Or is it his pride in the team? This afternoon he will know...
...Vag hadn't meant to read that poem when he picks up his Kipling. And now he thought of young John Kipling of the Irish Guards, lying under a white wooden cross in his same "tireless soil." How did it go? "There is some spot on foreign ..." Vag checked himself. He wouldn't think about that. The hand of death had lain heavily on France, but there were parts it had not touched, parts where there were laughter and bright lights and crowded busses, parts where people danced all through the night and the sky was pink from the neon...
...Vag was thinking of Paris, and all the teeming wards of Genevieve; whom he knew, whom he loved. People who lived and let live, people who could make dirty jokes seem clean, people who knew more than Carlyle about "the imperishable dignity of mankind...
...Vag sighed. He would resort to his perennial remedy for his perennial nostalgia. Tonight he would wander up to the Geographic Institute and see Sacha Guitry in "Perles de la Couronne." He would pretend he was in his little "theatre du quartier." He would sit back in the beguiling darkness and, full of the "light sane joy of life," he would wink knowingly at some bespectacled Radcliffe girl...