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Snow
     White said, “I know. Most life is unextraordinary looked at with a woman’s desperate
     eye too it might interest you to know.” Dan keeps telling Snow White that “Christmas
     is coming!” How can he be killed most easily? With the fewest stains?
    THE pretty airline stewardess regarded Clem’s chest through his transparent wash-and-wear
     nylon shirt. “He has that sort of fallen-in chest many boys from the West have, as
     if a cow had fallen on him, in his early life. Only one shirt. The shirt on his back.
     How appealing that is! Surely I must do something for this poor Westerner!” In the
     rear baggage compartment Clem sweated over the ironing board Carol had made out of
     a pile of old suitcases. “Snow White waits for me,” Clem reflected while ironing his
     shirt. “Although she also waits for Bill, Hubert, Henry, Edward, Kevin and Dan, I
     cannot help feeling that, when everything is said and done, she is essentially mine.
     Even though I am aware that each of the others feels the same way.” Clem replaced
     the iron in the bucket. His shirt looked fine now, just fine. The aircraft landed
     softly, just as it should. The stairway fell correctly onto the landing strip. The
     passengers followed protocol in getting off, the most famous emerging first, the most
     ignoble emerging last. Clem was in the lower middle. He regarded the Volkswagens crowding
     the Chicago streets, the children freaking out in their Army surplus, the black grime
     falling from the sky. “So this is the Free World! I would so like to make ‘love’ in
     a bed, just once. Making it in the shower is fine, on ordinary days, but on one’s
     vacation there should besomething a little different, it seems to me. A bed would be a sensational novelty.
     I suppose I must seek out a bordel. I assume they can be found in the Yellow Pages.
     It is not Snow White that I would be being unfaithful to, but the shower. Only a collection
     of white porcelain and shiny metal, at bottom.”

THE SECOND GENERATION OF ENGLISH ROMANTICS INHERITED THE PROBLEMS OF THE FIRST, BUT
     COMPLICATED BY THE EVILS OF INDUSTRIALISM AND POLITICAL REPRESSION. ULTIMATELY THEY
     FOUND AN ANSWER NOT IN SOCIETY BUT IN VARIOUS FORMS OF INDEPENDENCE FROM SOCIETY:
    HEROISM
    ART
    SPIRITUAL TRANSCENDENCE

BEAVER COLLEGE is where she got her education. She studied Modern Woman, Her Privileges and Responsibilities: the nature and nurture of women and what they stand for, in evolution and in history,
     including householding, upbringing, peace-keeping, healing and devotion, and how these
     contribute to the rehumanizing of today’s world. Then she studied Classical Guitar I , utilizing the methods and techniques of Sor, Tarrega, Segovia, etc. Then she studied English Romantic Poets II: Shelley, Byron, Keats. Then she studied Theoretical Foundations of Psychology: mind, consciousness, unconscious mind, personality, the self, interpersonal relations,
     psychosexual norms, social games, groups, adjustment, conflict, authority, individuation,
     integration and mental health. Then she studied Oil Painting I bringing to the first class as instructed Cadmium Yellow Light, Cadmium Yellow Medium,
     Cadmium Red Light, Alizarin Crimson, Ultramarine Blue, Cobalt Blue, Viridian, Ivory
     Black, Raw Umber, Yellow Ochre, Burnt Sienna, White. Then she studied Personal Resources I and II: self-evaluation, developing the courage to respond to the environment, opening and
     using the mind, individual experience, training, the use of time, mature redefinition
     of goals, action projects. Then she studied Realism and Idealism in the Contemporary Italian Novel: Palazzeschi, Brancati, Bilenchi, Pratolini, Moravia,Pavese, Levi, Silone, Berto, Cassola, Ginzburg, Malaparte, Mapalarte, Calvino, Gadda,
     Bassani, Landolfi. Then she studied—
    “I AM princely,” Paul reflected in his eat-in kitchen. “There is that. At times, when
     I am ‘down,’ I am able to pump myself up again by thinking