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Like Adam, the Freshman was king of the beasts back in Eden. Or, at any rate, all came easy. But then, to eat of the fruit of knowledge--recent Biblical study indicates--he entered a new realm. No longer the chosen son, he was forced, as undergraduates say, "to sweat it." As a consequence, the real ethos of the Expulsion Complex is nostalgia; embellished reminiscences in which one's pre-Harvard splendor may become, in retrospect near dazzling...
Harvard's cross-country team probably won't even work up a sweat beating Dartmouth today. The Crimson is still without ailing John Ogden, but that's not likely to make any difference when the runners line up in Franklin Park...
...debase it ("cof-fee-er coffee"). English teachers curse Madison Avenue for institutionalizing bad grammar with such calculated lapses as "us Tareyton smokers" and "like a cigarette should." By contrast, some of history's most enduring slogans were plucked from literature. Winston Churchill's call to "blood, sweat and tears"-boiled down from his first statement as Prime Minister in 1940, "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat"-was adapted from a passage in a 1931 book by Churchill; but strikingly similar words were used in previous centuries by the British poets John Donne...
When the curtains parted, the composer was crouched over his fiddle, eyes hooded in dark glasses, sweat beading his forehead, his orientally sinister mustache drooping. He leaned over his big bass and began to bow. The mournful, dolorous, lyrical introduction swelled into the horns' full statement of the theme. A flute skittered in. Suddenly a roaring, vibrant alto sax soared over the full horns. Mingus dropped his bow, began to thump. He danced out in front of his bass, bouncing up and down, swarming over the instrument, crashing together swift blocks of strident chords. Drums pounded accents like...
...Scared. For a moment, the audience was stunned. Then 5,000 jazz cats rose in a thunderous ovation that they had not accorded Ellington or Dizzy Gillespie, or even Thelonious Monk. Face dripping rivulets of sweat and all but in tears, Mingus embraced his men one by one. But as the applause thundered on, he just prowled back and forth across the stage. Never once did he look at the cheering crowd. "I couldn't, man, I was scared," he said later...