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“Behold! The Pharisees and the Sadducees” or “A Preface to the Collected Works of Calvin Lurthe” Calvin Lurthe, still harboring early morning’s foggy grogginess, walked through the propped open double doors of the First Baptist Church of America, and mumbled his hello's to the meet and greeters. One of the men handed him a service program and told him how glad he was to see him at church; Pat Benedict asked him how come he hadn’t been in a while: two months by the old man’s reckoning; about t...

Walden, Thoreauly interesting reading As an English major, and as a citizen of the United States, I have been very disappointed by the small amount of quality art that has been produced by my countrymen. Any English major can tell you: the greats of our language usually hail from Great Britain. We have Poe and Hawthorne, Fitzgerald and Faulkner, but no Shakespeare, Milton, or Byron. Where is our Wordsworth or Coleridge? Dickinson and Frost are notable, but after that I’m somewhat at a loss. ...

Sky and Earth: Who first split you asunder? Your divorce and violent parting Is man's biggest blunder. Raging Heresy, So sleeping therapy, Ignorant and lied to bound up and tied, too This: Oblivion.

O man, O man! In weeping, You only weep for yourself. Shedding tears over your fears, While you put it on the shelf. Reach in, and introspect, An infinitude of finite boundary; Trust in, thrust in, And there circumvent. -Mr. Why

Everything was ready. My heart pounded, and I could feel the blood crashing in waves throughout my body. I took a last look at the room, at my bed, closet, desk, and bookshelves. The feeling rose up in me: nervousness, excitement, hope and despair. Despair because of uncertainty. It felt like a dream, when you forget everything that worries your mind, and everything is wonder-filled. The pit of my stomach was convulsing with the nervous excitement, and I felt a power surge urge me forward. I...