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Handbook of
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We are pleased to introduce the second volume of the “Handbook of Theory and
Practice of Sustainable Development in Higher Education.”
This publication, which consists of a set of volumes, introduces many of the
papers discussed and presented at the World Symposium on Sustainable Devel-
opment at Universities (WSSD-U-2016), which was held at the Massachusetts
Institute of Technology (MIT), in Cambridge, MA, USA, in September 2016.
The aims of WSSD-U-2016, consistent with the goals of the WSSD-U series,
were as follows:
i. to provide universities all round the world with an opportunity to display and
present their work (i.e., curriculum innovation, research, activities, and prac-
tical projects) relating to education for sustainable development at university
level;
ii. to foster the exchange of information, ideas, and experiences acquired in the
execution of projects, from successful initiatives and good practice;
iii. to discuss the methodological approaches and projects which aim to integrate
the topic of sustainable development in the curriculum of universities;
iv. to network the participants and provide a platform, so they can explore the
possibilities for cooperation.
Last but not least, a further aim of the event was to document and disseminate
the wealth of experiences available today.
To this purpose, the “Handbook of Theory and Practice of Sustainable Devel-
opment in Higher Education” has been produced.
This volume is structured around two parts.
Part I, under the heading “Sustainability Initiatives and Indicators,” describes a
variety of initiatives which illustrate a wide scope of sustainability initiatives and
considers to some extent some of the indicators being used.
Part II, titled “Integrated Sustainability Practices,” contains a set of papers which
outline various means via which universities have implemented sustainable
development practices, with a special emphasis on case studies and practical
examples which illustrate how student participation may be increased, also
describing experiences showing how sustainability elements may be included in the
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vi Preface
curriculum on the one hand but also on research schemes on the other, based on
some concrete examples from projects.
We thank the authors for their willingness to share their knowledge, know-how,
and experiences, as well as the many peer reviewers, which have helped us to
ensure the quality of the manuscripts.
Enjoy your reading!
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viii Contents
Abstract
On hundreds, if not thousands, of campuses across the world, courses, policies
and infrastructure have been designed and revised in the pursuit of sustainability.
A similar goal is pursued by as many cities. But, while there are many policies
and many projects, how they fit together and contribute to the larger objective is
not at all clear. In this paper, the shortcomings of most sustainability programs
and projects in campuses and cities are addressed, and it points towards the need
to develop a more-historical, holistic and dynamic “ecosystem” approach. This
paper offers several models for working in this direction and a brief case study of
“sustainable food” at UC Santa Cruz as a preliminary illustration.
Keywords
Sustainability Campuses Cities Models Ecosystems Food
M. Lehmann
Department of Development and Planning, Aalborg University, 9000 Aalborg, Denmark
e-mail: Martinl@plan.aau.dk
1 Introduction
The vast majority of the world’s university campuses that will be in existence at the
end of the 21st century already exist today. Some have just opened; others are close
to a thousand years old. University campuses can be conceptualized as “living labs”
(Evans et al. 2015) or even as “living systems,” near-biological entities with
organically-connected elements (Castan Broto et al. 2012), rather than mere
agglomerations of pieces and fragments. Moreover, university campuses resemble
cities in microcosm, in design, landscape and infrastructural terms, and both are
types of spatial institutions that operate according to similar bureaucratic and
decision making principles. Inside, all sorts of processes take place to sustain
functioning, although these are not “planned” in any real sense, and sometimes
these processes do not work.
The extent to which campuses and cities are treated as integrated, even “eco-
logical,” systems in order to understand and analyze complex relationships, and the
degree to which education is connected to the management and operation of the
whole, is limited. Indeed, even a holistic, analytical and operational approach can
fall victim to the managerial and bureaucratic fragmentation characteristic of large
institutions. One office manages water, another one deals with energy issues, a third
one with waste and a fourth with the building maintenance matters. Each “sector”
has its own department and interests to defend. Communication, much less develop
integrated programs, is rare, and when one practice contradicts another—or renders
the second impossible—there is little effort made to find a resolution. What is to be
done?
University campuses can be laboratories for experimentation with holistic
approaches, in terms of (re)design, landscape transformation, public participation
and governance, and can provide important lessons and experience in larger pro-
jects. Transforming university campuses into sustainable entities, rather than merely
institutions with sustainability projects, offers programmatic templates and practices
that can be applied to the far more complex and daunting project of urban sus-
tainability. In such an effort, university students, staff and faculty play a critical role.
Students are often strongly motivated and committed to sustainability, especially as
it involves activism and experiential learning. Staff engages in everyday operational
activities that must be transformed and linked to be sustainable. Faculty possesses
the knowledge and authority necessary to see through a comprehensive sustain-
ability strategy. This paper examines activities and examples of how a university
campus offers a site for experimenting with technologies, practices and infras-
tructural reconfiguration, with implications for the much larger problem of urban
sustainability. The goal of this paper is, therefore, to address this
organization-institutional dilemma: how can integrated planning be reconciled with
fragmented institutions?
This paper begins with a brief discussion of the literature on making universities
sustainable, much of which focuses either on rating and rankings or incorporation
of sustainability education and research into the curriculum. Comprehensive,
Sustainable Cities, Sustainable Universities … 5
long-term strategies across curriculum, facilities and management are rare. The
consequent question then is: what might be involved in modeling the sustainable
campus? Critical elements encompass not only the physical and material compli-
cations that always make campus reconfiguration difficult—where to dig, what
should go where, who will be disturbed, who will oppose, who will pay?—but also
bureaucratic and regulatory requirements that must be met before a shovel ever hits
the dirt. The paper then discusses sustainability in the food sector at UC Santa Cruz
as an example of integrated planning and design. This case is not necessarily
exceptional in the world of campus sustainability, but it provides historical and
empirical data that illustrate the paper’s arguments. Finally, the conclusion draws
lessons from the project of making a university campus sustainable that could be
applied to sustainable cities.
While sustainable cities and campuses are indisputably distinct entities, transi-
tions to sustainability and efforts to help citizens and students (and the larger
community) transition to sustainable lifestyles, need not be disjointed attempts.
A growing body of literature examines collaboration between campuses and cities.
Trencher et al. (2014) show that cross-sector partnerships for urban sustainability
are flourishing across the world, bridging the gap between a sustainable university
and a sustainable city. Other scholars have noted that such collaborations consist of
a “process of mutual learning, through which researchers, government authorities
and citizens exploit social innovation at the local scale to spur wider societal
transitions by sharing experiences across trans-border networks” (De Kraker et al.
2013; see also Valkering et al. 2013; cited in Trencher et al. 2014).
Sustainability education in the campus environment, both as classroom
instruction and hands-on experience, is the subject of extensive study. Among the
most promising approach is the “living lab” which features, according to Evans and
his colleagues, three “core characteristics…: they comprise a geographically or
institutionally bounded space, they conduct intentional experiments that make
social and/or material alterations [to the space], and they incorporate an explicit
element of iterative learning” (Evans et al. 2015). Moreover,
Living labs have the potential to strategically frame coproduction processes in two ways.
First, consulting users and stakeholders allows complementary sets of projects to be
strategically planned that offer holistic solutions to sustainability challenges. Second, by
emphasizing the iterative process of experimenting and learning from year to year they
provide a more coherent basis for action over time. Both of these elements are valuable in a
university setting, joining up the institutional response to sustainability challenges and
engaging students in focused and applied projects that clearly contribute to a longer term,
bigger picture of sustainability (Evans et al. 2015: 2).
For example, the “University Living Lab” initiative, launched at the University
of Manchester in 2012, utilizes the campus as an “amenable real world location in
which to conduct applied research,” allowing researchers, students, external
stakeholders and environmental consultants and university staff to co-produce
knowledge about new sustainability technologies and services in “real world”
settings (Evans et al. 2015: 2). However, a closer examination of the specific
program, as described in Evans et al. and on the University Living Lab website
(http://universitylivinglab.org/) suggests that, while there are “hundreds of
18 G. Kivati
1 Introduction
1.2 Background
both internal and external stakeholders by meeting their implicit and explicit
expectation”. There is, however a paradigm shift in higher education, from ‘na-
tional’ to ‘global education,’ from ‘state controlled’ to an ‘open market economy,’
from ‘general education’ to an ‘educational system driven by market forces,’ from
‘one time education for a few’ to ‘lifelong education for all,’ from ‘teachers centred’
to ‘learner centred’ education (Venkatasubramanian 2002).
This paper is divided into four broad sections. The first section examines the
history and reforms on education system and with a focus of higher education in
Kenya. The second section explores the context of globalization influence on
education system, followed by a critical analysis of the impact of globalization on
Kenya’s formal higher education. The analysis in this section involves drawing
upon illustrative cases from research where considerable writing on the subject has
been undertaken. The analysis focuses on massification, accountability, privatiza-
tion and marketization along with their implications for equality of opportunity,
equity, quality and efficiency in higher education. This paper seeks to answer the
question whether the current education system prepares learners to address global
sustainability challenges. The paper concludes with an overview of the influence of
globalization on Kenyan universities.
Education is the process through which skills and knowledge are conveyed with a
purpose of integrating an individual into society, or changing the values and norms
of a society (Wosyanju 2009). The structure of an education system comprises the
levels characterizing that system, and the length of time a learner is expected to
spend or the content of the curriculum expected to be covered at each level, in
fulfilment of clearly articulated objectives (Koech 1999). Kenya is currently under
the 8-4-4 (8 years in primary education, four year of Secondary education and
4 years of Higher learning education) system. Curriculum is the sum total of the
learning opportunities presented to a learner by the environment, especially plan-
ned, organized and constructed for that purpose (Education Act, Cap. 211). As per
the act, curriculum is further defined as a plan for providing learning opportunities
and experiences to our learners to achieve educational goals and specific objectives
for the Kenyan society. The Kenya Vision 2030 is the national long-term devel-
opment blue-print that aims to transform Kenya into a newly industrializing,
middle-income country providing a high quality of life to all its citizens by 2030 in
a clean and secure environment. The Vision comprises of three key pillars: eco-
nomic; social; and political aspects. The working definition of globalization in this
paper is derived from Cheng (2000), who refers to globalization as the transfer,
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off.”
Captain McAvoy sucked a good half of his mustache into his
mouth. “God damn it to hell,” he groaned. “A pretty thing to happen
on a man’s wedding day.”
Second Section
I. Great Lady on a White Horse
M
orning clatters with the first L train
down Allen Street. Daylight rattles
through the windows, shaking the old
brick houses, splatters the girders of the L
structure with bright confetti.
The cats are leaving the garbage cans,
the chinches are going back into the walls,
leaving sweaty limbs, leaving the
grimetender necks of little children asleep.
Men and women stir under blankets and
bedquilts on mattresses in the corners of
rooms, clots of kids begin to untangle to
scream and kick.
At the corner of Riverton the old man with
the hempen beard who sleeps where
nobody knows is putting out his picklestand.
Tubs of gherkins, pimentos, melonrind,
piccalilli give out twining vines and cold
tendrils of dank pepperyfragrance that grow
like a marshgarden out of the musky
bedsmells and the rancid clangor of the
cobbled awakening street.
The old man with the hempen beard who
sleeps where nobody knows sits in the midst
of it like Jonah under his gourd.
Sunlight dripped in her face through the little holes in the brim of
her straw hat. She was walking with brisk steps too short on account
of her narrow skirt; through the thin china silk the sunlight tingled like
a hand stroking her back. In the heavy heat streets, stores, people in
Sunday clothes, strawhats, sunshades, surfacecars, taxis, broke and
crinkled brightly about her grazing her with sharp cutting glints as if
she were walking through piles of metalshavings. She was groping
continually through a tangle of gritty saw-edged brittle noise.
At Lincoln Square a girl rode slowly through the traffic on a white
horse; chestnut hair hung down in even faky waves over the horse’s
chalky rump and over the giltedged saddlecloth where in green
letters pointed with crimson, read Danderine. She had on a green
Dolly Varden hat with a crimson plume; one hand in a white gauntlet
nonchalantly jiggled at the reins, in the other wabbled a goldknobbed
riding crop.
Ellen watched her pass; then she followed a smudge of green
through a cross-street to the Park. A smell of trampled sunsinged
grass came from boys playing baseball. All the shady benches were
full of people. When she crossed the curving automobile road her
sharp French heels sank into the asphalt. Two sailors were sprawling
on a bench in the sun; one of them popped his lips as she passed,
she could feel their seagreedy eyes cling stickily to her neck, her
thighs, her ankles. She tried to keep her hips from swaying so much
as she walked. The leaves were shriveled on the saplings along the
path. South and east sunnyfaced buildings hemmed in the Park, to
the west they were violet with shadow. Everything was itching
sweaty dusty constrained by policemen and Sunday clothes. Why
hadn’t she taken the L? She was looking in the black eyes of a
young man in a straw hat who was drawing up a red Stutz roadster
to the curb. His eyes twinkled in hers, he jerked back his head
smiling an upsidedown smile, pursing his lips so that they seemed to
brush her cheek. He pulled the lever of the brake and opened the
door with the other hand. She snapped her eyes away and walked
on with her chin up. Two pigeons with metalgreen necks and feet of
coral waddled out of her way. An old man was coaxing a squirrel to
fish for peanuts in a paper bag.
All in green on a white stallion rode the Lady of the Lost
Battalion.... Green, green, danderine ... Godiva in the haughty
mantle of her hair....
General Sherman in gold interrupted her. She stopped a second
to look at the Plaza that gleamed white as motherofpearl.... Yes this
is Elaine Oglethorpe’s apartment.... She climbed up onto a
Washington Square bus. Sunday afternoon Fifth Avenue filed by
rosily dustily jerkily. On the shady side there was an occasional man
in a top hat and frock coat. Sunshades, summer dresses, straw hats
were bright in the sun that glinted in squares on the upper windows
of houses, lay in bright slivers on the hard paint of limousines and
taxicabs. It smelled of gasoline and asphalt, of spearmint and
talcumpowder and perfume from the couples that jiggled closer and
closer together on the seats of the bus. In an occasional
storewindow, paintings, maroon draperies, varnished antique chairs
behind plate glass. The St. Regis. Sherry’s. The man beside her
wore spats and lemon gloves, a floorwalker probably. As they
passed St. Patrick’s she caught a whiff of incense through the tall
doors open into gloom. Delmonico’s. In front of her the young man’s
arm was stealing round the narrow gray flannel back of the girl
beside him.
“Jez ole Joe had rotten luck, he had to marry her. He’s only
nineteen.”
“I suppose you would think it was hard luck.”
“Myrtle I didn’t mean us.”
“I bet you did. An anyways have you ever seen the girl?”
“I bet it aint his.”
“What?”
“The kid.”
“Billy how dreadfully you do talk.”
Fortysecond Street. Union League Club. “It was a most amusing
gathering ... most amusing.... Everybody was there. For once the
speeches were delightful, made me think of old times,” croaked a
cultivated voice behind her ear. The Waldorf. “Aint them flags swell
Billy.... That funny one is cause the Siamese ambassador is staying
there. I read about it in the paper this morning.”
When thou and I my love shall come to part, Then shall I press an
ineffable last kiss Upon your lips and go ... heart, start, who art ...
Bliss, this, miss ... When thou ... When you and I my love ...
Eighth Street. She got down from the bus and went into the
basement of the Brevoort. George sat waiting with his back to the
door snapping and unsnapping the lock of his briefcase. “Well Elaine
it’s about time you turned up.... There aren’t many people I’d sit
waiting three quarters of an hour for.”
“George you mustn’t scold me; I’ve been having the time of my
life. I haven’t had such a good time in years. I’ve had the whole day
all to myself and I walked all the way down from 105th Street to
Fiftyninth through the Park. It was full of the most comical people.”
“You must be tired.” His lean face where the bright eyes were
caught in a web of fine wrinkles kept pressing forward into hers like
the prow of a steamship.
“I suppose you’ve been at the office all day George.”
“Yes I’ve been digging out some cases. I cant rely on anyone else
to do even routine work thoroughly, so I have to do it myself.”
“Do you know I had it all decided you’d say that.”
“What?”
“About waiting three quarters of an hour.”
“Oh you know altogether too much Elaine.... Have some pastries
with your tea?”
“Oh but I dont know anything about anything, that’s the trouble.... I
think I’ll take lemon please.”
Glasses clinked about them; through blue cigarettesmoke faces
hats beards wagged, repeated greenish in the mirrors.
“But my de-e-ar it’s always the same old complex. It may be true
of men but it says nothing in regard to women,” droned a woman’s
voice from the next table.... “Your feminism rises into an insuperable
barrier,” trailed a man’s husky meticulous tones. “What if I am an
egoist? God knows I’ve suffered for it.” “Fire that purifies, Charley....”
George was speaking, trying to catch her eye. “How’s the famous
Jojo?”
“Oh let’s not talk about him.”
“The less said about him the better eh?”
“Now George I wont have you sneer at Jojo, for better or worse
he is my husband, till divorce do us part.... No I wont have you laugh.
You’re too crude and simple to understand him anyway. Jojo’s a very
complicated rather tragic person.”
“For God’s sake don’t let’s talk about husbands and wives. The
important thing, little Elaine, is that you and I are sitting here together
without anyone to bother us.... Look when are we going to see each
other again, really see each other, really....”
“We’re not going to be too real about this, are we George?” She
laughed softly into her cup.
“Oh but I have so many things to say to you. I want to ask you so
many things.”
She looked at him laughing, balancing a small cherry tartlet that
had one bite out of it between a pink squaretipped finger and thumb.
“Is that the way you act when you’ve got some miserable sinner on
the witnessbox? I thought it was more like: Where were you on the
night of February thirtyfirst?”
“But I’m dead serious, that’s what you cant understand, or wont.”
A young man stood at the table, swaying a little, looking down at
them. “Hello Stan, where the dickens did you come from?” Baldwin
looked up at him without smiling. “Look Mr. Baldwin I know it’s awful
rude, but may I sit down at your table a second. There’s somebody
looking for me who I just cant meet. O God that mirror! Still they’d
never look for me if they saw you.”
“Miss Oglethorpe this is Stanwood Emery, the son of the senior
partner in our firm.”
“Oh it’s so wonderful to meet you Miss Oglethorpe. I saw you last
night, but you didn’t see me.”
“Did you go to the show?”
“I almost jumped over the foots I thought you were so wonderful.”
He had a ruddy brown skin, anxious eyes rather near the bridge
of a sharp fragillycut nose, a big mouth never still, wavy brown hair
that stood straight up. Ellen looked from one to the other inwardly
giggling. They were all three stiffening in their chairs.
“I saw the danderine lady this afternoon,” she said. “She
impressed me enormously. Just my idea of a great lady on a white
horse.”
“With rings on her finger and bells on her toes, And she shall
make mischief wherever she goes.” Stan rattled it off quickly under
his breath.
“Music, isnt it?” put in Ellen laughing. “I always say mischief.”
“Well how’s college?” asked Baldwin in a dry uncordial voice.
“I guess it’s still there,” said Stan blushing. “I wish they’d burn it
down before I got back.” He got to his feet. “You must excuse me Mr.
Baldwin.... My intrusion was infernally rude.” As he turned leaning
towards Ellen she smelled his grainy whiskey breath. “Please forgive
it, Miss Oglethorpe.”
She found herself holding out her hand; a dry skinny hand
squeezed it hard. He strode out with swinging steps bumping into a
waiter as he went.
“I cant make out that infernal young puppy,” burst out Baldwin.
“Poor old Emery’s heartbroken about it. He’s darn clever and has a
lot of personality and all that sort of thing, but all he does is drink and
raise Cain.... I guess all he needs is to go to work and get a sense of
values. Too much money’s what’s the matter with most of those
collegeboys.... Oh but Elaine thank God we’re alone again. I have
worked continuously all my life ever since I was fourteen. The time
has come when I want to lay aside all that for a while. I want to live
and travel and think and be happy. I cant stand the pace of
downtown the way I used to. I want to learn to play, to ease off the
tension.... That’s where you come in.”
“But I don’t want to be the nigger on anybody’s safety-valve.” She
laughed and let the lashes fall over her eyes.
“Let’s go out to the country somewhere this evening. I’ve been
stifling in the office all day. I hate Sunday anyway.”
“But my rehearsal.”
“You could be sick. I’ll phone for a car.”
“Golly there’s Jojo.... Hello Jojo”; she waved her gloves above her
head.
John Oglethorpe, his face powdered, his mouth arranged in a
careful smile above his standup collar, advanced between the
crowded tables, holding out his hand tightly squeezed into buff
gloves with black stripes. “Heow deo you deo, my deah, this is
indeed a surprise and a pleajah.”
“You know each other, don’t you? This is Mr. Baldwin.”
“Forgive me if I intrude ... er ... upon a tête à tête.”
“Nothing of the sort, sit down and we’ll all have a highball.... I was
just dying to see you really Jojo.... By the way if you havent anything
else to do this evening you might slip in down front for a few minutes.
I want to know what you think about my reading of the part....”
“Certainly my deah, nothing could give me more pleajah.”
His whole body tense George Baldwin leaned back with his hand
clasped behind the back of his chair. “Waiter ...” He broke his words
off sharp like metal breaking. “Three Scotch highballs at once
please.”
Oglethorpe rested his chin on the silver ball of his cane.
“Confidence, Mr. Baldwin,” he began, “confidence between husband
and wife is a very beautiful thing. Space and time have no effect on
it. Were one of us to go to China for a thousand years it would not
change our affection one tittle.”
“You see George, what’s the matter with Jojo is that he read too
much Shakespeare in his youth.... But I’ve got to go or Merton will be
bawling me out again.... Talk about industrial slavery. Jojo tell him
about Equity.”
Baldwin got to his feet. There was a slight flush on his
cheekbones. “Wont you let me take you up to the theater,” he said
through clenched teeth.
“I never let anyone take me anywhere ... And Jojo you must stay
sober to see me act.”
Fifth Avenue was pink and white under pink and white clouds in a
fluttering wind that was fresh after the cloying talk and choke of
tobaccosmoke and cocktails. She waved the taxistarter off merrily
and smiled at him. Then she found a pair of anxious eyes looking
into hers seriously out of a higharched brown face.
“I waited round to see you come out. Cant I take you somewhere?
I’ve got my Ford round the corner.... Please.”
“But I’m just going up to the theater. I’ve got a rehearsal.”
“All right do let me take you there.”
She began putting a glove on thoughtfully. “All right, but it’s an
awful imposition on you.”
“That’s fine. It’s right round here.... It was awfully rude of me to
butt in that way, wasn’t it? But that’s another story.... Anyway I’ve met
you. The Ford’s name is Dingo, but that’s another story too....”
“Still it’s nice to meet somebody humanly young. There’s nobody
humanly young round New York.”
His face was scarlet when he leaned to crank the car. “Oh I’m too
damn young.”
The motor sputtered, started with a roar. He jumped round and
cut off the gas with a long hand. “We’ll probably get arrested; my
muffler’s loose and liable to drop off.”
At Thirtyfourth Street they passed a girl riding slowly through the
traffic on a white horse; chestnut hair hung down in even faky waves
over the horse’s chalky rump and over the giltedged saddlecloth
where in green letters pointed with crimson read Danderine.
“Rings on her fingers,” chanted Stan pressing his buzzer, “And
bells on her toes, And she shall cure dandruff wherever it grows.”
II. Longlegged Jack of the Isthmus
N
oon on Union Square. Selling out. Must
vacate. WE HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE
MISTAKE. Kneeling on the dusty
asphalt little boys shine shoes lowshoes
tans buttonshoes oxfords. The sun shines
like a dandelion on the toe of each new-
shined shoe. Right this way buddy, mister
miss maam at the back of the store our new
line of fancy tweeds highest value lowest
price ... Gents, misses, ladies, cutrate ... WE
HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE. Must
vacate.
Noon sunlight spirals dimly into the
chopsuey joint. Muted music spirals
Hindustan. He eats fooyong, she eats
chowmein. They dance with their mouths
full, slim blue jumper squeezed to black slick
suit, peroxide curls against black slick hair.
Down Fourteenth Street, Glory Glory
comes the Army, striding lasses, Glory Glory
four abreast, the rotund shining, navy blue,
Salvation Army band.
Highest value, lowest price. Must vacate.
WE HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE.
Must vacate.
From Liverpool, British steamer Raleigh, Captain
Kettlewell; 933 bales, 881 boxes, 10 baskets, 8 packages
fabrics: 57 boxes, 89 bales, 18 baskets cotton thread: 156
bales felt: 4 bales asbestos: 100 sacks spools....
oe Harland stopped typing and looked up at the ceiling. The tips
J of his fingers were sore. The office smelled stalely of paste and
manifests and men in shirtsleeves. Through the open window he
could see a piece of the dun wall of an airshaft and a man with a
green eyeshade staring vacantly out of a window. The towheaded
officeboy set a note on the corner of his desk: Mr. Pollock will see
you at 5:10. A hard lump caught in his throat; he’s going to fire me.
His fingers started tapping again:
From Glasgow, Dutch steamer Delft, Captain Tromp; 200
bales, 123 boxes, 14 kegs....
Joe Harland roamed about the Battery till he found an empty seat
on a bench, then he let himself flop into it. The sun was drowning in
tumultuous saffron steam behind Jersey. Well that’s over. He sat a
long while staring at the sunset like at a picture in a dentist’s waiting
room. Great whorls of smoke from a passing tug curled up black and
scarlet against it. He sat staring at the sunset, waiting. That’s
eighteen dollars and fifty cents I had before, less six dollars for the
room, one dollar and eighty-four cents for laundry, and four dollars
and fifty cents I owe Charley, makes seven dollars and eighty-four
cents, eleven dollars and eighty four cents, twelve dollars and thirty-
four cents from eighteen dollars and fifty cents leaves me six dollars
and sixteen cents, three days to find another job if I go without
drinks. O God wont my luck ever turn; used to have good enough
luck in the old days. His knees were trembling, there was a sick
burning in the pit of his stomach.
A fine mess you’ve made of your life Joseph Harland. Forty-five
and no friends and not a cent to bless yourself with.
The sail of a catboat was a crimson triangle when it luffed a few
feet from the concrete walk. A young man and a young girl ducked
together as the slender boom swung across. They both were
bronzed with the sun and had yellow weather bleached hair. Joe
Harland gnawed his lip to keep back the tears as the catboat shrank
into the ruddy murk of the bay. By God I need a drink.
“Aint it a croime? Aint it a croime?” The man in the seat to the left
of him began to say over and over again. Joe Harland turned his