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"The powers of hed "That and the suitcase So, which is it? I hope they didn’t put you in one of the Union dorms You want to be in the Yard"

The distinction lesworth"

My answer obviously pleased hiht in the middle of the action Of course, what qualifies as action around this place can be a little staid It’s usually people tearing their hair out at four AM over a probleave my shoulder a manly clap "Don’t worry Everybody feels a little lost at first"

"I kind of get the feeling you didn’t"

"I’m what you’d call a special case Harvard brat from birth My father teaches in the philosophy departht feel you should take one of his courses out of gratitude, which would be, pardonmistake The man’s lectures are like a bullet to the brain" For the second time in as many days, I was to receive a handshake from a man who seeood luck Out the door, take a left, go down a block to the gate Wigglesworth is on your right"

With that, he was gone Only then did I realize that I had neglected to get his nah not too soon, and that when I did, I could report that I had ably inserted myself into my new life I also o shopping for a white oxford shirt and loafers; at least I could look the part My cheeseburger and fries arrived, shirease, and beside it the proant, fifties-era glass It was ht have said grace, and nearly did

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College days, Harvard days: the feeling of ti past at a frenetic pace My rooh neither I nor anyone I knew ever used it We were friends of a sort, thrust together by circue to be soe, with a quick-talking social intelligence and an aristocrat’s knowledge of local practices, but, in fact, Lucessi was h School of Science, hardly the winner of any prizes for physical attractiveness or personal hygiene, his personality laden with tics He had a big, soft body, like a poorly filled stuffed anie da, wide-eyed gaze of a paranoiac, which I thought he ht be His wardrobe was a combination of a junior accountant’s and a h-waisted pleated pants, heavy brown dress shoes, and T-shirts emblazoned with the emble he had explained to me that he had scored a perfect 1600 on his SATs, intended to double major in math and physics, could speak both Latin and ancient Greek (not just read: actually speak), and had once caught a hoie Jackson I ht have viewed his coes; Lucessi made me appear well-adjusted by comparison, more confident and attractive than I actually was, and I won not a few sy up with hiht we got drunk together--just a week after our arrival, at one of the countless fresh parties that the administration seemed content to overlook--he vomited so helplessly and at such extended duration that I spent the night oal was to be a bioche, my only relief a distribution course in art history that required littleat slides of Mary and the baby Jesus in various beatific poses (The class, a legendary refuge for sciencetheir humanities requirement, bore the nicknaenerous, but I was used to working and wanted pocket e just abovea wobbly cart through a maze of stacks so isolated and byzantine that woht the job would kill me with boredom, and for a while it nearly did, but over time I came to like it: the smell of old paper and the taste of dust; the deep hush of the place, a sanctuary of silence broken only by the squeaking wheels ofa book fro that nobody had checked it out since 1936 A twinge of anthropomorphic sympathy for these underappreciated voluht feel wanted