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Passage 1 Technically, it begins next week. Actually, it began with the epic sigh of relief that could be sensed all over the U. S. right after Labor Day. Even before it arrives, Americans always manage to get into autumn. And no wonder. It is easily the most habitable season of the year. Indeed, autumn deserves a hymn—and it has received far less tribute than it deserves. True, some mixed notices have come in over the centuries. Horace slandered autumn as a “dead” period—“harvest-season of the Goddess of Death.” He was dead wrong, of course, for as Ovid noted, once he got his mind off sex, autumn is “cum formossisimus annus”—“the fairest season of the year.” Had he lived a little later, Horace might have found out from the U. S. census Bureau that the death rate is usually lower in autumn than in winter and spring. Why? Science doesn’t know, but it is quite possible that the will to live is stronger in the fall. Conversely, the will to mayhem weakens: nobody has ever worried about a Long Hot Autumn. So autumn is a blatantly vital season, contrary to the allegation of sorrowful pets who misconstrue the message of dying leaves. A more realistic poet, Archibald MacLeish, says that “Autumn is the American season. In Europe the leaves turn yellow or brown and fall. Here they take fire on the trees and hang there flaming. Life, too, we think, is capable of taking fire in this country; of creating beauty never seen.” Autumn is also the authentic season of renewal. Yale Lecturer William Zinsser hit the nail squarely: “The whole notion of New Year’s Day as the time of fresh starts and bold resolutions is false.” In truth that time is autumn. Popular pleasure shows itself in those hastening steps and brightened smiles encountered ass the air grows nippier. Some psychiatrists have patients who grow almost alarmed at how congenial they suddenly feel. Autumn is a friendlier time. Passage 2 There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that en