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Table of Contents
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literally means “seedbed”) by
holding profound conversa-
tions on their own from which
they hope to bear the fruits of
new ideas, serious dialogue,
and lasting friendships.
Istum:
(Also called That Thing) Three
years ago, a group of friends
decided to get together every
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alone are left out to dry in a Also, you will have noticed that this
world that they can know either definition of love strictly concerns
human beings and not any other
as mysterious—in which case animal. This is because love, if it is
they can have hope of finding what here I say it is, is something that
meaning beyond themselves— only human beings can do—because
they alone (to our knowledge) can
or as empty—in which case perceive meaning. Other animals,
they must try to invent their in fact, do other things that are
own meaning having despaired analogous to love, but insofar as their
analogous things (affection, caring,
of its existence otherwise. etc…) are not defined by a search
And this is where love for meaning, they are not love. If
becomes important. Love—a someday someone finds that there ex-
ists another animal that can perceive
difficult thing to talk about be- meaning, then it too, or rather he
cause the meaning of the word, or she too will be capable of love.
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“Only a very wise man at the end of his life could make a sound judge-
ment concerning whom, amongst the total possible chances, he ought
most profitably to have married! Nearly all marriages, even happy
ones, are mistakes: in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect
world…) both partners might have found more suitable mates. But
the ‘real soul-mate’ is the one you are actually married to. You really
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…Pose a question…
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A Hue
A Poem
Taylor Nutter
Class of 2014
Philosophy Major
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Chances
A Story
Erin Cain I’d never admit it aloud, I’m too
Class of 2011
Architecture Major careful and paranoid to be able
to navigate the frenetic rush of
There’s something soothing New York City traffic; you’re
about riding on buses like this just reckless enough. We were
before sunrise. Sitting in the going to see West Side Story with
dark, the headlights passing your friends, the NYU grad
by without revealing the cars students—I don’t remember
they’re leading: just darkness their names. Mostly what I
and passing light. The feeling remember of that night is being
of leaving, the adrenaline rush, in the car with you. When we
the road spread out before me. left, the sun was just setting
I watch the billboards pass by, over the hills and farmland of
thinking of all the hassle and Somerset County, and we sang
uncertainty that has preceded aloud to Billy Joel in off-key
this moment, all the doctor’s voices, my tenor mixing with
appointments and phone calls your soprano. By the time we
and tests. For this moment at reached Jersey City, darkness
least, I am content to be alone had fallen and the Manhattan
with myself in the quiet, to skyline glittered in the distance.
spend this silent hour in the You told me that it reminded
darkness pressing forward you of the Lite Brite set you
through the sea of headlights. used to have as a little girl, that
But real contentment only you used to draw the outline
ever seems to last a moment. of the Empire State Building
I am thinking of you, of in little pinpoints of light. I’d
the time we drove this route let you ramble on about your
together last year—you were the childhood on Long Island, and
one doing the driving. Though when you’d finish you’d always
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so long since I’ve seen you. one: The Phantom of the Opera.
The taxi pulls up to New I can still picture you on the
York Presbyterian Hospital, stage as Christine Daaé, twirl-
ranked number six in the ing to “Angel of Music” on the
nation for cardiology. That’s McCarter stage. I would sit in
why I picked it. I could have the pit orchestra and watch you
gone to a medical center closer onstage, the star of the show.
to Princeton, but at the first I had gotten roped into play-
sign of problems, I wanted ing for Phantom because they
the best possible care I could needed another French horn
get. I don’t take any chances. player, and I was convenient.
Dr. Evans’s waiting room You were the best singer I’d
is evidence of his love for ever heard, but you struggled
Broadway. As I check in with with the dancing bits. After
the receptionist, I notice the the flying shoe incident, which
West Side Story poster hanging left our timpani player with a
beside the desk, and I’m once nasty bruise, you began arriving
again reminded of the night early to rehearsals, running
we spent with your friends in through the dance routines with
the theater on Times Square, the choreographer. I know this
hearing you whisper the lyrics because I had always arrived
to “Tonight” along with the early, since my last class finished
music in the seat beside me. an hour before rehearsal and I
That melody ran relentlessly didn’t have enough time to go
through my head for the rest of home. Eventually the choreog-
the night. Around the room, rapher noticed me reading in
amidst the framed posters for the pit and asked me to make
Kiss Me, Kate, Oklahoma!, and myself useful and play through
Rent, I spot the most familiar the melody of “Masquerade”
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seems that one of the two must stereo?’ R2: ‘Because I want to
be chosen, and therefore one listen to my music.’ Q3: ‘Yes,
rejected. And on that account, but you can do that with your
the exclusive nature of love in old stereo.’ R3: ‘True, but a new
the one-not-many sense may one would sound better.’ At
indeed justify the exclusive this point I think it would be
nature in the this-person-not- permissible to stop. We identify
that-one sense. But I am still the reason for his saving as a
not sure, because it wouldn’t desire for better quality sound.
seem appropriate to say, Reasons for acting usually look
‘sweetheart, I was in love with something like this—an appeal-
another too, so I flipped a coin ing or pointing to something
and you won!’ Rather, it seems that the agent perceives as
that the justification for loving good.3 So if asked ‘Why do
this person must consist in the you love so-and-so?’ it is not
person being chosen qua this entirely unreasonable to hear
person, rather than chosen on an answer that points to a good
account of something extrinsic. in the beloved. That is, at any
This consideration led me to rate, usually the case when
another conclusion, but before asked ‘Why are you in love with
I give it, I should present other so-and-so?’ A good pointed to
problems that led to it as well. may be something like the joy
Whenever we ask ‘Why did you 3 Elizabeth Anscombe, Intention
do x?’ reasons can also be sought sec. 37; she uses the term ‘desirability
for the answer to the question. characteristic’… but I think the point
For example, Q1: ‘Why are you here is clear enough. Obviously
saving your money?’ R1: ‘To a stereo is a “good” thing; but we
also want to see how the agent
buy a new stereo.’ Q2: ‘Ah, but
perceives it as good. That is the whole
why do you want to buy a new point of the chain of questions.
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Two Poems
Christina Mastrucci
Class of 2011
English Major
Rosa
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Heart of Clay
My hands bury
into a piece of clay
which does not exist.
I smear that mud of creation
across my eyes,
so I cannot see that
which does not exist.
Am I making myself clear?
I tore the nails off my fingers,
I peeled the skin off my bones
to make a perfect
human shape
which does not exist,
to build your amber body,
to build your tigers-eye
which does not exist.
How can I be clear
when my eyes swell with soil
instead of tears,
when my breath is not enough
to give us life?
But you, you unconquerable form,
how could I ever create you?
I dig my bones into the earth
and find (my) blood,
yet all I create
is a heart of clay,
beaten and nonexistent. R
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By dating the wrong guy, I I’m sure he’s out there, per-
may be hurting my chances of haps preparing for our marriage
meeting the right guy. And as well, with his own full, joyful
I know that my husband is life. I hope so. Maybe he’s even
worth waiting for. So for now reading this. Better yet, maybe
I’ll wait—not in a sad, pining he’s praying for me too. R
way, but with the attitude
of preparing myself and my
spouse for something great.
My life now is full and happy,
and because of that I know
my life with my spouse will
someday be full and happy too.
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It’ll happen
In the corner of some dimly-lit room,
On an hour-long car ride,
When I realize,
Your pupils shift
When I look you in the eyes,
And you’re too mature for my humor,
Too set in your ways,
Too stubborn to see
That poetry is a traveler
Eloquently urging her to leave
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Dreams of Diana
A Story
John Ashley I cannot remember if I was
Class of 2011
The Philosophy Club or not, until she came to me
where I stood, in the back of the
“I dreamed of Diana last night.” room, looking a little disdainful
“Oh?” at the antics of the youth of
“That was where things Athens around me. Even then
began, I think. In that I suppose I was cultivating
memory, in the dream.” the career academic’s attitude
“Shall we start there?” toward the plebs, so it should
“Yes!” have come as no surprise to me
that none of the women, least
Diana was there, short and
of all Diana, would return my
elfin and hair the color of
attentions with anything more
new hay, smiling her slightly
than polite refusal. And such
sardonic smile. The scene was
refusal irked my rational mind,
not important, a party, one of
for was I not the most ideal
our last before we dispersed to
person in all of the room?
all the points of the compass.
Diana came over to me,
We were all full of dreams and
smiled a smile that was sup-
music then, touched by the
posed to apologize but did the
Muse herself. But no singing of
opposite, and told me, in velvet
arms and the man, or the rage
words, to find someone else
of the son of Peleus for that
to dance with at the farewell
matter. Say instead, singing
gala. We both uttered bits of
of innocent joy at the future.
meaningless noise, reassuring
We stood in the basement
each other that no offense was
of someone’s house as music
meant, that we’d be fast friends
pounded away through the air.
despite it all, and then we
All of us were there, and most
moved apart, she to a pleasant
of us were enjoying ourselves.
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evening of light and love, I to morning sun. The light was rich
brood slowly and surreptitiously. and thick like honey, and the
The music jarred slightly, as beams of it that reached down
though kicked, and the world through the branches of trees
jarred with it. The music started seemed pillars of gold. Diana
again, from the beginning was sitting on a bench, and the
of the song, and the world morning light basked in her
seemed to rewind likewise. beauty. She saw me and offered
Diana walked over to me that smile, that sardonic smile
slowly. It was not on purpose. that I love so. I returned it shyly,
Rather, it was as though I and she patted the weathered
was retarding time itself to wood beside her, and I sat and
enjoy the sight of her better. turned to look fully at her. The
She wore something nice, and sight of her there in the high
she’d bound her hair behind sunlight enraptured me. A
her head in a way that stunned Muse was truly required to de-
me a little. Time resumed scribe her then; a Muse of fire,
its normal course for her to to ascend the brightest heaven
say to me, “I’d love to dance of invention and there trumpet
with you next month.” to the poets of the world how
to write her and canticle her.
“How is he?”
“I’ve left him. Last week. I
“His brain function is
didn’t really love him, anymore.
steady. Quite normal.”
Didn’t really like either.”
“Time for the second step?”
Her words shivered down
“Yes, I think so.”
my spine with their strange-
I was walking across the ness and promise. She moved
university, heading to my little nearer to me across the bench,
hole of an office in the early shifting herself across the gulf
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as clear as air, full of fish who life with Diana flittered before
solemnly investigated us and my mind’s eye like ethereal
then fled from the disturbance birds, a lifetime of memories
we made. Silence pushed in and feelings. She sat in a chair
at us like a blanket, a bar- beside me, her white hair
rier against thoughts of what pulled tight with worry. She
awaited us when we left this smiled at me, the smile still as
little bit of paradise. Off in sardonic as it had ever been,
the distance, a train thundered even touched as it now was with
softly against the rails. sadness and concern. She didn’t
After a time, my courage speak. We both knew that to
screwed firmly to the sticking speak would only be to say
point, I presented her with farewell, and that time had not
the ring, and she cried out in yet come. Soon, though—for
joy, and everything was bliss it approached palpably, on the
for awhile. Finally, with the soft trot of a pale horse and
tiredness of the world calling the chant of a requiem mass.
to us, we walked back to our I despised its coming, but my
horses, mounted, and left. strength was nearly gone and
I could not stand against it.
“The last phase.”
And then Diana spoke.
“Yes. Prepare my equipment.
“You have to wake
We will need to break him off
up!” she urged.
before the moment of death.”
I can’t! I wanted to respond
The bed I lay in was comfort- to her, but I lacked the power
able enough, and clean, and to speak. Then, Wake up?
the pain of passing was not as What do you mean? Am I
severe as I thought it would asleep and dreaming again?
be. The remembrances of my Yes, intoned the voice of
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Death, who stood there like “Yes I do, and I’ve signed
an undertaker all in mourn- the forms to that effect.”
ing garb. Then I was falling “All well and good for the
away into blackness, floating lawyers, but do you really
in a void. Ground appeared understand? Do you get it?”
invisibly below me, and I “Yes, I do.”
thumped into it without the “You could be lost forever
least violence. I picked myself if the subconscious desires are
up, and the skin of my arms felt strong enough to overcome
taut over muscle once more. the conscious desires. Which,
Death walked up out of the sometimes, they are.” The psy-
darkness, and he was a middle- chiatrist—was he really Death?
aged man with a potbelly and —took a sip from a mug.
an impish cast to his features. “You said you have ways
“You are dreaming, but it of waking me up from the
is time for you to wake up,” trance if I were…stuck.”
he said, his tone as reasonable “There are some techniques
as you please. “You remember I can use, yes, but my abilities
this conversation, don’t you?” pale next to the power of the
and he flicked his arm to subconscious. It’s a strange
show an image of the two and cunning beast, and it does
of us talking in an office. not like being taken out of the
driver’s seat.” Once again, his
“You understand the risks
speech. So strangely poetic.
of the procedure?” Death
“I get it, Doctor. Can you
inquired. Was he Death
start? I’ve paid…well, I’ve
though, or a psychiatrist? The
paid a lot. Probably more
very one I could just gently
than I can afford, but…”
remember in the back of my
“She means that
mind? I could not tell.
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Arthur rode forth onto the pulled it away, and his stroke
north end of the field and burst the rings of my mail,
saluted me with a lift of his and his thrust went home in
spear. I returned the gesture my breast. I fell to the ground,
and slammed my visor down, and from long and far away
and the world reduced to slits I heard the executioner’s axe
and pinpricks. We charged each fall by Arthur’s command.
other, and our spears shattered Guinevere! No, my love!
themselves on our shields with No! I tried to rise, to take my
a noise like God’s own thunder. vengeance on her murderer,
We dismounted our horses, but my strength failed me, and
sent them away, and proceeded blood choked me. We shall meet
to try the matter with our again, my love. With the Lustful,
blades. Blows fell like the spring in the inferno. And it shall be a
rain and hit like a blacksmith’s paradise for us. I relaxed, and
hammer. I bettered him at the felt numbing cold in my limbs.
beginning, nearly managing a Gawain stripped back my visor,
killing stroke where his mail and gazed at me sorrowfully.
met the leather coif beneath “She was never yours. Not
his helm, but he ducked in life, and not in this delirium
away ignobly and survived. you dream, and not in the death
His recovery was strong and between dreams you now go to.
giant-like as he strode back Awake, you fool, and arise!” R
at me and hewed with the
strength only fury may beget.
Our fight lasted for an hour,
until we were drenched in sweat
and panting. Then Arthur
caught my shield with his and
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