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		<title>Seventy-two Virgins</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2002 05:44:10 +0000</pubDate>
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- an arrow in the heart of the Intifada - “Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect….”  Keats, “The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream” When you complete your mission and arrive in the place of Judgment, you will be greeted by seventy-two beautiful virgins who won’t like you. They’ll talk [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Walking to the Kotel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 1998 05:31:49 +0000</pubDate>
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                                                           I have some rough edges.  I go down to daven to smooth them out, sometimes in the embrace of a minyan, sometimes with the melting fires of a heart open to G d. The center of my heart beats a steady pulse, but my mind races this way and that, following after every [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Platoon</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 1998 05:26:15 +0000</pubDate>
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At Lafayette, we stood and marched in formation on the Quad, carrying M-1 rifles, wearing olive-drab woolen jackets and trousers, spit-shined shoes, cotton khaki shirts, bright brass medallions, and visored army caps. John Pearl stood beside me, mouthing off, his collar loose, his tie askew, bellowing, “YES SIR!” so everyone would know what he thought [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For Michael&#8217;s Coming</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 1969 05:23:10 +0000</pubDate>
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“All creation groans together in torment.” Hindu saying Is Tim Leary a sadhu? And other unanswered questions, like, do mountains move east to west as people around a table do? Or is “the extra man in the room” - some of this is derived from other people - analogous, indeed, identical to, many other… to [...]]]></description>
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