On human identity comes the philosophical "I'm pink. Therefore, I'm Spam" and a variation on a popular theme, "To err is human. To moo bovine."

And in the beginning of Holworthy laundry room, "The Lord said, Let there be Lite, and there was Lite and it was good." But "no, it was less filling," disagreed one scholarly scribbler.

As all undergraduates know, the one word Harvard won't allow its clan to forget is "diversity"--but diversity won't allow Harvard to forget its words either.

From "down with Pre-Meds" to religious "Jesus Saves" and the political "Bring back George McGovern!" graffiti captures on on desks and concrete walls--if not concretely--the many shibboleths of the Harvard experience.

Some graffiti artists use the art to explore the meanings behind graffiti.

Someone in the Holworthy basement Wrote, "I was trying to figure out why someone would write on a door. I figured they had something important to say."

Others seek the answers from the readers. "If you're reading this, you obviously have lots of taste and not life, so...what do you want? Please respond." The reply reads quite simply "I would like to know the meaning of life."

Beyond the metaphysics, the religious, the philosophical and the pathetic lurks another dimension of the graffiti artists' world. It's the world of the inane, or, as one graffiti artist wrote, "This desk is getting looney."

From Holworthy's laundry room hails the vindictive statement "Bomb Bambi in '87." But the defender of the deer rose to the rescue and not only wrote a reply but sketched a drawing of Bambi saying "No! please bomb Thumper or Blossom? Yeah, in fact, bombing Blossom is a great ideal!"

And again from Holworthy's laundry room, someone wrote on the wall, "This brick loves me. It can love you too--for $50,00." Someone wrote back "someone is paying $60,000 to educate him?"

But, a Harvard education is not all books, as graffiti will attest. While most of their classmates are out with members of the opposite sex on Friday and Saturday nights, some more diligent Harvard students flock to the libraries where they spend their time...thinking about going out with members of the opposite sex.

The walls record a myriad of stories about unrequited love, Harvard style.

"I want a serious relationship. What's wrong with me?" asked an anonymous launderer.

Others know more exactly what they want variations on "I want Jon" and "I want Paula" and "I want anyone (of either sex)" cover as table on Widener's D-Level. But "I want Maypo" and "I want my Malt-o-Meal" are written nearby.

And in the tradition of spurned loves, a visitor to the Quincy Qube bemoaned his fate. "Oh my dearest Betsy--if only you weren't seeing that dreadful Law School student, we could have the greatest life together. Oh woe is me, my lovely one."