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shit
fuck
earth
shrink
soul
(Earlier that evening, class members had been discussing some of the letters they’d been answering for Jane.1 One young man mentioned “feeling like shit” in connection with another matter — a remark that Seth must have overheard. He began the session by telling the students that they also learned as they attempted to answer the questions asked by correspondents. Then, with much emphasis:)
How dare any of you, therefore, set yourselves against that, or in conflict with it? (Here, Seth’s voice was powerful and emphatic indeed. He looked at one student and said:)
strands
identity
mountain
invaded
rocks
[...] Jane and I came to realize that even her students tired of the unending process of writing letters (even about subjects they’re interested in) week after week. “It turned into too much work,” more than one student ruefully admitted. [...]
His [Ruburt’s] students are important, for as he is translating from the library, they are also translating.
[...] A couple of months ago she thought of asking interested students to answer certain letters. [...]
There’s also a rather unexpected bonus: Not only is the mail being answered much more quickly, but the students involved are gaining experience in dealing with a variety of intellectual and emotional questions posed by people they’ve never met. [...]