`` I made you so you could stand up.

I made you a man ''.

I seized the rack and made a western-style flying-mount just in time, one of my knees mercifully landing on my duffel bag -- and merely wrecking my camera, I was to discover later -- my other knee landing on the slivery truck floor boards and -- but this is no medical report.

If it were not for an old professor who made me read the classics I would have been stymied on what to do, and now I understand why they are classics ; ;

`` Tell him I made a pass at you ''.

If you tell him I made a pass at you he might think you misunderstood something I said or did, so instead of just telling him I made a pass, say I tried to date you and that you agreed so you could prove to him what a louse I really am.

I must say the figure was well made up.

Foster Lukuklu Frayne made a sign over his heart with his two linked thumbs: I recognized it as an ancient Manu gesture intended to propitiate the Devil.

`` I have just come from viewing a man who had made the fortune of his country, but now is working all night in order to support his family '', he reflected.

I reconstruct his sentences from notes made immediately after our conversation.

My great-grandmother, I have been told, made her garden her great pride ; ;

But I suspect that the old Roman was referring to change made under military occupation -- the sort of change which Tacitus was talking about when he said, `` They make a desert, and call it peace '' ( `` Solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant ''.

The rocking, I realized, is the single element in the story that carries the erotic message, the unspoken and unconscious undercurrent that would mar the innocence of a child's fantasy and disturb the effects of the work if it were made explicit.

`` I could use some help '', Morgan said finally, `` but I can't afford to pay you anything.

You fell down in front of the house, and I carried you in.

I gave you a drink and then you went to sleep ''.

`` I mean, we don't have any way to get there and we can't expect you to quit work just to take us to town ''.

I saw you driftin away -- but I tried.

And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.

God in Heaven, I can't refuse you now.

The charge, I tell you ''!!

`` That quirt -- I ought to use it on you, where it would do the most good.

`` I thought I told you to stay home ''.

I don't know what makes you think you can get away with this kind of business, and I don't care about that, either.

`` I won't even try to thank you ''.

He said in a studied voice, `` I didn't do it for you.

It's not much of a meal, but it's what I eat ''.

As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

I meant what I said about that fire.

I don't know what goes on around here, and I don't care.

Later I would remember what this pompous little man had told me about the worth of a ticket.

I knew that three or four of them were almost always present in the hall, but what they were doing, and exactly where, I could not tell.

My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??

I wished to prepare myself but did not even know what sort of clothes I ought to be wearing.

When I asked him what, if anything, I could do about it, he surprised me by referring me to the director of the hall.

I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.

As he lowered himself on the chair behind his desk I wondered what this dapper, slightly ridiculous man could possibly have to do with the workings of the hall.

Was I sure, he asked, that I knew what I was applying for??

Now, are you going to take me or am I supposed to walk ''??

If I even hint at it do you think it will matter that you are his nephew -- and not even a blood nephew ''??

When I show up he will know you are a good wife to have told him about it ''.

Ballet dancer: Protests, tears, and `` take what you want, Nicolas, I am a dancer, you are a poet, it is all beautiful ''.

But in our case -- and neither my wife nor I have extreme views on integration, nor are we given to emotional outbursts -- the situation has ruined one or two valued friendships and come close to wrecking several more.

I suspect that there are far more unreconstructed ones than the North likes to believe.

and I have heard many say that they are content to earn a half or a third as much as they could up North because they so much prefer the quieter habits of their home town.

I have just asked these questions in the Pentagon, in the White House, in offices of key scientists across the country and aboard the submarines that prowl for months underwater, with neat rows of green launch tubes which contain Polaris missiles and which are affectionately known as `` Sherwood Forest ''.

I asked the same questions inside the launch-control rooms of an Atlas missile base in Wyoming, where officers who wear sidearms are manning the `` commit buttons '' that could start a war -- accidentally or by design -- and in the command centers where other pistol-packing men could give orders to push such buttons.

I am certainly not adequately trained to describe or enlarge on human fears, but there are certain features of the fears dispelled by scientific explanations that stand out quite clearly.

I think that we are here also talking of the kind of fear that a young boy has for a group of boys who are approaching at night along the streets of a large city.

I have chosen to use the word `` mimesis '' in its Christian rather than its classic implications and to discover in the concrete forms of both art and myth powers of theological expression which, as in the Christian mind, are the direct consequence of involvement in historical experience, which are not reserved, as in the Greek mind, only to moments of theoretical reflection.

Both I and my feelings come up out of a chain of events that fan out into the past into sources that are ultimately very unlike the entity which I now am.

I leave out of account the question of the best interests of the children, the question of what their best interests really are.

I will assume that we are all aware of the continuing struggle, with its limited and precarious success, toward conservatism.

What I want to point out here is that all of them are ex-liberals, or modified liberals, with perhaps one exception.

I am not making a clinical judgment here, for such personal tragedies are real and are commonplace in the analyst's consulting room, but literature makes a different claim upon our sympathies than tragedy in life.

There is probably some significance in the fact that two of the best incest stories I have encountered in recent years are burlesques of the incest myth.