Word: visional
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Even if the money is found, the vision of computers in houses may be harder to administer than it sounds. The natural study cycle of Harvard students would probably create jam-ups at the single house console around exam time. The machinery is expensive and it is not clear just how closely the consoles would have to be watched. "I suppose the control would have to be self-policing," one administrator says, "but I'm a little dubious about how well that would work." Mosteller seems confident that the houses will be ingenious enough to get around these difficulties...
...over the report, it will probably only vote routine statement calling Mosteller's report educationally sound. The decision, like so many here, rests on Dean Ford, who must decide in preparing the Faculty of Arts and Sciences budget for next year just how much, if any, of Mosteller's vision is going to be turned into reality...
Just ten days of the meditative life with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi in Rishikesh proved sufficient for Ringo Starr, 27, and Wife Maureen, who fled back to the more familiar vision of London. "The meditation camp is a bit like summer camp," said the littlest Beatle, who left his three confreres to finish out their month. "We all lived in chalets, and we used to go to the canteen for breakfast, then perhaps walk about a bit and meditate, or bathe. Then it was time for lunch." He and Maureen gave up such transcendental experiences, said Ringo, "because we missed...
...they all break down. (Like the junkyard, like Anastasia--you've got it now, BREAKDOWN is the theme.) The threads of plot tempt you to join a surrealistic scavenger hunt. Don't. Don't fumble about for a catenary of explanation and logistic. You're likely to miss the vision, and the vision is Anastasia Vote...
...Cliffie who had been lost in her own eyes found a sharer in a whole new vision. "The day I got back," she remembered, "I walked down to the Yard and sat on the steps of Widener. It was the first warm day in such a long time. There was a boy sitting near me dressed in corduroys. He had a wise old face and the kind of arm you knew--well, you knew could cradle the head of a beloved as well as fill out income tax forms. We started talking...