chitecturally, it was a dull, commonplace building, as exciting as an American mid-western church of fake Gothic. I dutifully removed my shoes to enter. On the main floor of the temple, in two long...
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CATHERINE MURRAY OF LILACS The lilac trees of my youth have been blooming, and growing; now they are in a wooded February sleep outside the window of my poem. (They were ivory and fragile, the...
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Perhaps he isn't to be blamed. Woman has "known her place" for so many centuries, convinced of her biological inferiority (though not resigned to it), that it is little wonder man is nervous about...
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Since Lord Devlin in his March, 1965 Atlantic article conceded that the evidence on the face of the Summary and Conclusions volume (his remarks indicate even he did not read the testimony)...
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