It’s a fact I enjoy repeating that until the 20th century there were no universities in Venice.
[all caps intentional] Well here it is: my last ever column for The Chronicle.
Well, time to destroy whatever goodwill I had left with University administrators. As you’ve probably heard through Duke’s official statements and emails, the Allen Building is currently shut.
Well, here we go again: another sectarian terrorist attack, another spate of nativist prejudice flaring up across the national discourse.
“And that should be the last order of business for the day. Good meeting, everybody. Now, if our esteemed colleagues from the North wouldn’t mind too much I’d like to grab a few moments alone with the Prime Minister.” No one was going to deny the leader of the free world that request.
There is a menace pervasive at this university that goes always unspoken of.
Now let me say immediately that I already know what your first reaction to the above title is, typical Chronicle commenter!
Originally I had hoped to open this column with a joke riffing on alternative ways the above title could be read.
“It’s great. It’s like normal LDOC, but no hangovers.”
I thought I’d gotten out of this dirty business. But they always find a way to reel you back in.
