Word: vag
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...both the Yard and the pigeons were equally unexciting the other morning, Vag felt unpleasantly nomadic; therefore he climbed the steps of Appleton, leaned his head against one of the massive pillars, and fell into deep thought. Somehow Vag began to think about Shakespeare. Probably this was because of a remark made by one of his instructors which seemed to stick in his mind. The instructor had said with great fervor and obvious fondness for the great poet that Shakespeare is as much alive today as he was in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Exciting--Vag thought--if the immortal...
Suddenly a mysterious little man who looked like an anachronism appeared from nowhere. He was tremendously interesting from the point of view of both the Egyptologist and the psychoanalyst and even to Vag. It seemed almost certain that he was scurrying off to some clandestine meeting, deep in the entrails of Boylston Street, so Vag took pursuit. Of course it was bitterly disappointing to Vag's visions of international intrigue when he saw the little man turn off and head for Harvard Hall, but still hopeful, Vag followed him into the lecture room and procured a seat directly behind...
...this year, nothing is quite the same. The Yard Concerts were more beautiful, more impression. Vag choked up more and sang with more feeling less boisterousness. At the Spring Dance, getting drunk was out. Instead it seemed proper to act with more decorum, more tenderness to The Girl. And she seemed impressed with the new regime. Exams this year they were to be prepared, not just crammed in two days before. Widener and Memorial Church they were suddenly things to look at with a new gaze. The river--it became a place to sit quietly and dream, no longer merely...
...everything changed. Or rather, Vag's outlook on them changed. Like lovers about to separate, all the Little Things became important. They suddenly were big Little Things--things which would never occur again in just the same way. They had to be studied, noticed, appreciated to the hilt with a new solemnity. The very atmosphere of this Harvard was to be sipped in, sounds and sights were to be inhaled--treasured...
...Vag? Will there not be other springs, beautcous as this one? Will there not be other friends and things to do? But no. No. They will never again be quite like this. You see, this is the end of something--the final wind-up. This is what has brought intensity to everything seen and done. And this very intensity of enjoyment has banished satisfaction--even as the lover cannot enjoy a parting kiss when he knows he will yearn in the future for the lips he now feels. The future--new kisses, new surroundings, new interests--is too remote...