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Frankly, I don’t know what the solution is.”
    â€œLet’s take one thing at a time, Dean Gunther,” McCall said. “About this Thornton girl. Her father is understandably in a sweat over this, and your local police don’t seem to have got anywhere. Governor Holland sent me here as a personal favor to Mr. Thornton.”
    â€œI don’t pretend to understand political people,” Gunther said, shaking his head. “Forgive me if I can’t equate the temporary disappearance of a single student with the gravity of a general situation that has turned this college into a battlefield. Anyway, I’m sure it ties into it somewhere.”
    â€œYou mean the girl’s being missing is a result of what’s going on on campus?”
    â€œI don’t see how it can fail to be. ‘Student unrest’! What an understatement. Tisquanto’s a play yard for hippies and Yippies and lefties and commies, a training ground for commandos, and how is a mere cadre of administrators expected to cope? We try to keep the trouble under wraps so as not to disturb the community. Campus agitators are thick as rats in a dump. There’s no peace—ever. They claim they want to improve education. What a farce!” he snorted. “What they want is turmoil—anarchy, Mr. McCall!” He slicked what was left of his hair back. “Student power. Academic freedom. Bull! The decent—the clean—students take it in the neck. You can’t cross the campus without having stupid handbills forced on you advocating everything from better desserts in the Student Union to violent revolution. Academic freedom! They want everything their own way. They’re a bunch of screaming children with bricks in their little fists.” He paused to wipe a fleck of spittle off his lip. “Mr. McCall, we have an average of two rapes a week here at ’Squanto, would you believe that? Just last week a pretty young librarian working late in the stacks was attacked by a masked hoodlum. She didn’t report it. A friend found her at home in hysterics, got the story out of her, and reported it to Dean Vance. She fought the boy off—it was a boy, she insists, not a man. He satisfied himself with her like an animal three times in an hour. She was a virgin, and she’s Roman Catholic, and she says that at first she fought. But then, she told her friend, she found herself responding, going wild. She had several orgasms. Afterwards, of course, she broke down with guilt and remorse. At this moment she’s in a sanitarium, practically a mental case.”
    â€œHas the rapist been found?”
    â€œAre you kidding? No more than any of the others. I cite this, Mr. McCall, not as an exceptional example but as symptomatic of what’s happening on this campus. We’ve had to put eight more men on the campus police force.
    â€œStudent demands are outrageous. This militant element is drunk with power. And even the ones who aren’t militant among the hippies—the ‘do-your-thing’ crowd, ‘tell-it-like-it-is’ …” Dean Gunther shuddered. “I could cheerfully kill the Madison Avenue evil genius who started that ‘like’ syndrome! Anyway, they come to class high on grass, they drop acid, the chronic heads are increasing in number. Property means nothing to them. They never heard of self-discipline, let alone the other kind. Forgive me for running on this way, but I’m fed up.” He ground his teeth. “And helpless.”
    â€œYou expect more rioting?” McCall asked. The poor guy was really in a sweat.
    â€œIt’s bound to happen. Don’t you know it’s the in thing, Mr. McCall?” He ran his hand over his hair again. “We’re getting right up there with Berkeley and Columbia.”
    â€œWhat about President Wade? Is he as helpless as he sounds?”
    â€œCertainly he is. We all are! Wolfe still had dreams of