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March 30, 2005



After visiting Harvard, there was no way I was going to go there. Grad school departments are their own little universes, of course, but my distinct impression of virtually everyone I met at Harvard was, yes, that they would step over me if I fell on the ice. "Distant" doesn't begin to describe it.

Yale, for all its self-inflicted angst, was actually a very warm and kindly place, as I experienced it. They *hated* it when someone was sinking.

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