Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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gotten, ' ct stand unmoved. here heLtv ' slabs and hinldings ha e not conquered, grass, pro- tected by chains, snll grows. West is order, peace; it reeks of thought. It is eternal, but for the marble steps, quieth eroded b the passage ot eager teet. Feet of a faceless stream, shitting, searching, for lost answers to torgotten questions. A passing stream ot varied currents and new sources. It is a kaleidoscopic stream filled with countless bits of hunianir . It is liteblood puls- ing through Ciothic structures and musty volumes. T his face- less horde, the essence ot the University. Undulating, spreading, the stream Hoods dim cells cluttered with scrawled paper and unmade beds. It stretches mto boxes, sole Hnk with the other world, and into classrooms to be cleansed and molded. It knows red-cushioned booths and yel- low figures behind long counters. It feels the biting wind and seldom snow. The stream grows used to rain, to dirty forks, to unread pages and hlled ashtra s. It strug- gles incessantly to balance the internal, external forces which will not stop their change. The stream rushes down steps to waiting ears and travels the road back through the bridge to the East land — brick red and white, enveloped in magnolia leaves. This land is different from the West, er part of it. Here, too, is peace, oi kr. and thought which rules unchallenged. Another stream pours forth to join the western one. Their mingled currents tw ist in cadence to steel guitars and dark voices. As one, the ' down the gold lu]uid m silvered cans and wait m alle s to consume hot cheese j ST f I MPORTS 13