Word: witnessed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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That remark might well be dismissed as an attempt at wit by a literate and witty professor. Galbraith, however, certainly did not consider it so. Later he added that-although he does not advocate direct U.S. withdrawal-Viet Nam is "a country which has not the slightest strategic importance." His neo-isolationism is less significant as a personal viewpoint than as a measure of a growing tendency among academics and other critics of U.S. policy to believe that Viet Nam is simply not very important to the U,S. It also reflects the feelings of a great many other Americans...
...plucking insights out of youthful minds with incisive questions. Aristotle drew upon the illustrative experiences of his reckless youth to inspire other youths to be good; his Lyceum linked research and teaching by analyzing biological specimens. In a medieval age of faith, the unconventional Peter Abelard employed shafts of wit and the theory that "constant questioning is the first key to wisdom" to draw throngs to his school of dialectics near Paris...
...Irish poet and Trinity man now in Cambridge, has conquered a deceptively relaxed idiom, and but for an occasional relapse into bluster ("The great wings sighing with a nameless hunger") uses that idiom most effectively. "The Fall of Troy," by Rachel Hadas '69, is a successful exercise in academic wit; her logic doesn't always carry, but the bulk of he poem rings true...
...anyone with fact, gall and intelligence can raid the Big Ones for interviews and contributions; it would seem that the Island's evident weakness--its mimeographed format and tiny circulation--is a hidden asset when it deals with genuinely kind people like Auden. But it takes a lot of wit and perseverence to collect as impressive an issue as this one; Shaw, Plotz a Co. have done it well and quietly. I hope they persist...
...traditional to upper-class English boys. Sent off to Lancing, a public school near Brighton, he found himself scrapping for perks with a pack of young snobs in full cry. He hated it, but in self-defense he repressed his homesickness and began to play the devil with his wit. At Oxford, where wit and atheism made him fashionable, he drank like a drain, hobbed with the nobs, japed and scraped his way through 2½ years of invaluable idleness. He wrote little but he peered at the peerage, at the descendants of the knights and ladies on his nursery...