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I am sitting in the student dining room, when lunchtime talk turns to Romeo and Juliet. Later, at dinner, we who sit at High Table will dress as characters from Shakespeare plays. I will go as a night watchman, shouldering a faux blunderbuss and caped in green wool, smelling of a secondhand store.On...
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Published in: | The Chronicle of Higher Education 2017-09, Vol.64 (2), p.B10 |
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Language: | English |
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Summary: | I am sitting in the student dining room, when lunchtime talk turns to Romeo and Juliet. Later, at dinner, we who sit at High Table will dress as characters from Shakespeare plays. I will go as a night watchman, shouldering a faux blunderbuss and caped in green wool, smelling of a secondhand store.On Sunday afternoon — I repeat, a Sunday — a handful of students and I gather in the Senior Common Room of St. Cuthbert’s Society to discuss good writing. No credit is given, no attendance taken. They have all done the reading. At an evening writing seminar, students nod knowingly at references to W.H. Auden and W.B. Yeats. Familiarity with Homer is a given. |
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ISSN: | 0009-5982 1931-1362 |