Two temples of chaste white marble impart an Attic quietude to one side of Princeton University's central campus, back of Nassau Hall. In days gone by, vast quantities of glutinous flour, hose water, impossible eggs, red paint, mustard and sick fruit have hurtled against their immaculate facades what time incoming classes, while posing for their photographs, have been advised by sophomores that vanity is not pleasing to the gods. But the freshmen have always laved the temples afterward until they shone pristine and classic as...
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