Camper: “Why are you putting socks on before bed?”
Counselor: “My own feet disgust me.”
Overheard in a Northeast Summer Camp Bunk.
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A Death in Palermo
“We became a little acquainted over spleen sandwiches and arancini bought from street vendors. We ate on a city bench in the Port of Palermo watching the sun sink below the Mediterranean and speedboats return to the shore. Wasn’t this the life?”
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The Fat Weight of Glory
A Nass writer laments this time of year, a time of trying to be better—or, at the very least, different.
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After the End of History, There’s Ireland
A Nass writer parses past from present in Northern Ireland.
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Letter From The Editor
Dear readers, The second piece that I wrote for the Nass was a piece about the summer I spent in Iran visiting my relatives before my freshman year at Princeton. It struck me even then as a country on the edge of disaster; it has now toppled off of the tightrope. The US-Israeli war…
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Sea Lion Caves
“Every day, people lived and were happy in the aftermath of their mistakes. Eli made plenty of mistakes, lived, and was happy. Danny was careful and made none.”
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