University of Houston - Houstonian Yearbook (Houston, TX)

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I think of morning class and of my chair always waiting for me even when I didn’t show up. I don’t know why I didn’t go except that the day was more beautiful. Some classes were better. In poetry every word stood out to me, black on white. My mind was elated by images and experiences. I think of it still more. Noons were darkened by the cool dimness of the den. I listened to the heat awhile and to a friend, but again I listened to the “sounds of silence’’ and found myself alone and crowded. 9

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