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Clark B. Hall's avatar

Quick "war story.." Arriving south of Da Nang in 1965, our unit camped at the base of huge, cavernous rock monoliths, "Marble Mountain." At that early point in the war, the Viet Cong "owned" Marble Mountain and repeatedly sniped at us from honeycombed cave openings, day & night. One night, after about two weeks, we hung up a large canvas on the side of a six-by truck and our "film entertainment crew" turned on the big projector and we watched Jane Fonda in "Cat Ballou." By happenstance, I think, the"screen"was available to those perched with weapons way up above us, on Marble Mountain. The whole time the movie was on, they never fired at us. When it went off, they began firing again! The next day, we moved up on the monoliths and chased them out. No more Cat Ballou for them. But here is the point: We all--Viet Cong and Marines--wanted to watch Jane Fonda.

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Amy Greenblatt's avatar

Question 1, the arts can speak straight to our hearts and minds without necessarily involving the "slow thinking" part of our cognition. We understand the emotions that the arts evoke without having to appreciate their logic and structure. They are a straight path to feelings.

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