Theoandstillfeelmostislae.Iusedtohavetimetothink,toreflect,mymindandI.Wewouldsittogetherofaneveningandlistentotheinnermelodiesofthespirit,whiehearsonlyinleisuremomentswhenthewordsofsomelovedpoettouchadeep,sweetchordinthesoulthatuntilthenhadbee.Butincollegethereisnotimetouhohoughts.Oocollegetolearn,itseems,nottothink.Wheerstheportalsoflearning,oneleavesthedearestpleasures--solitude,booksandimagination--outsidewiththewhisperingpines.IsupposeIoughttofindsomefortihoughtthatIamlayinguptreasuresforfutureenjoyment,butIamimprovidentenoughtopreferpresentjoytrichesagainstarainyday.

    MystudiesthefirstyearwereFrench,German,history,EnglishpositionandEnglishliterature.IntheFrenchcourseIreadsomeoftheworksofeille,Moliere,Rae,AlfreddeMussetandSainte-Beuve,andintheGermanthoseofGoetheandSchiller.IrevieidlythewholeperiodofhistoryfromthefalloftheRomanEmpiretotheeighteeury,andinEnglishliteraturestudiedcriticallyMiltonspoemsand"Areopagitica.”

    IamfrequentlyaskedhowIoverethepeculiarditionsunderwhichIworkincollege.IntheclassroomIamofcoursepracticallyaloheprofessorisasremoteasifhewerespeakingthroughatelephohelecturesarespelledintomyhandasrapidlyaspossible,andmuchoftheindividualityofthelecturerislosttomeintheefforttokeepintherace.Thewordsrushthroughmyhandlikehoundsinpursuitofaharewhichtheyoftenmiss.ButinthisrespectIdonotthinkIammuchworseoffthanthegirlswhotakenotes.Ifthemindisoccupiedwiththemeicalprocessofhearingandputtingwordsopell-mellspeed,Ishouldnotthinkonecouldpaymuchattentiontot