In Ithaca, life had been innocent enough. Back there, there were thoughts of office plans, gas station blueprints, residential plans. At Cornell, he had a few things pretty well figured out. Not pat, yet ... well ... that new system for track was a good system, based on a series of camera studies of runners: position of the hands while running, the length of the stride: careful correlation had to be established: the same sort of studies for the crew, each oarsman photo fixed, the angles of his oar ...
He dropped his socks on the carpet.
When I was a freshman I used to wear a copper medallion with Rousseau's face stamped on it.
A news sheet fell on the floor and he kicked it aside; at the bottom of the page, in large type, he noticed war news of his arena.
No ... it's my leave ... goddamn the war!
Let them blow themselves up!
All the tanks can go to hell!
Zinc and Landel!
I've got a girl ... a redhead ... calm face ... freckles on her shoulders!
He felt her hand between his legs.