Kenyon College - Reveille Yearbook (Gambier, OH)

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I guess it’s time to end this little revery, though Greg is impatient for this introduction and wants to have it soon. I’ll have to trudge out in Gambier snow up to Peirce tower to deliver it. In the library, now, heads are bowed and immersed in books, some read- ing Heisenberg or Wallace Stevens, others engulfed in Chemistry and yet more in vast research. Time is passing. I can tell because I’m sitting in the library, books sprawled out in front of me, and every fifteen minutes the Church of the Holy Spirit’s bell carves up the eternal into little bits of the tempo- ral, reminding me that a history paper is still unwrit- ten. Lindsay Flexner 13

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12 There is a story by Peter Taylor, called 1939. It begins: Twenty years ago. in 1939, I was in my senior year at Kenyon College. I was restless, and wasn't sure I wanted to stay on and finish col- lege. My roommate at Kenyon was Jim Prewitt. Jim was restless too. That Fall he and I drove to New York City to spend our Thanksgiving holiday. Probably both of us felt restless and uneasy for the same reasons that everyone else did in 1939, or for just the obvious reasons that college seniors always do, but we imagined our reasons to be highly individual and beyond the understanding of the other students. From Taylor’s story one gets a glimpse of a Kenyon 35 years gone, of a memory of Kenyon that is somehow still accurate. It has been a strange place and will con- tinue to be so for those who want to spend four years in isolation. It is a place that occasionally changes, but is essentially unchanged. It is a place where the past is gone, but remembered and therefore present.

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