Brains, beards, civil rights, silly riots and sex—such is the confusing image of this year's U.S. collegian. His mind delights; his morals dismay. He is something new: a cross between the inert "apathetes" of the late '50s and the naive activists of the early '60s. He might be called a "personalist"—one who stresses self-development—and he sounds like this:
"There are no great men today."
"No man or group I've encountered has a corner on wisdom or virtue."
"The only absolute in the universe is the speed of light."
"I try to follow three of the...