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A Rather Yale Evening

Last evening, I took a stroll after my Chaucer class to wind up in the Temple Bar at Mory's to do some reading.  I settled into a cozy booth, wrote a letter to Greer (yesterday was his first day of basic training at Fort Benning in Georgia), and opened up Castiglione's The Book of the Courtier.

I love the book.  It is full of humor and sage advice, and describes the way one can make use of courtly social graces to persuade others toward virtue.  It's a discussion of the artful and delicate ways one can navigate the corrupt waters of power and influence, and it describes the ideal Courtier in a way that makes me long for more people like this to enter our political sphere.

As I read, the Whiffenpoofs, that famous Yale a cappella group, started singing in the adjacent dining room.  I sat and listened for some time before packing up to head to the library.

It was cold and lightly raining outside, and the air felt brisk and wonderful.  I walked through the wet evening and made my way into the Sterling library, which always feels like stepping hundreds of years back in time.  I settled into the grand reference room, loving the fellowship of the totally silent fellow-studiers all around me.

I have truly turned a corner here.  I feel as though I'm in a bit of a honeymoon phase with Yale.  The history of the place, the beauty of the buildings and landscaping, the quaintness of the pockets of New Haven immediately surrounding the school.  Yale is full of hidden spaces that you really have to look for - it can be a hard campus to tour because so many of its best spots are concealed.  But as I get to know this place, I find myself standing in beautiful rooms more beautiful than the last; I hear music streaming from window after window as I stroll through campus; I meet person after person who excites me with their vast knowledge and fascinating life experience, and surprises me with their gracious kindness.  I learn from everyone here, and feel so closely knit with this community of learners.

I have been utterly captured by my studies.  I no longer look at my stack of assigned reading with panic - and if there is any stress at all it's concern that I won't have time to absorb the truth in the pages.


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