Friday, September 25, 2009

It's Raining Ten-Thousand Men of Harvard

Young men of the Crimson, shave those incomplete goatees and oil those concealed pecs and sign up for "Cougar & Boxed Wine 101" because Peggy Noonan is ready to tut-tut for you personally.

As part of the application process, candidates are asked to write up a syllabus of the course they will enlighten impressionable young undergrads with. Noonan wrote hers like she writes her column: She poured a glass of white wine, put on some Commodores, curled up in a big comfy chair with a Snuggie, and turned on the crazy...

It is often said that writing is a solitary act, and that is true –- it's you and your brain, your soul and your response to something that's happening either in the world or in your head. And you bring to it, to this subject, what knowledge you have of life, and of man, and of history. But at the same time it is not a solitary act if you are lucky enough to have an audience for your work.

Oh yes, Ve-Ri-Tas -- a private audience with Peggums to evaluate your work and discuss how both you and Harvard fit like a glove because of your impressive and sizeable endowment.

I'm sorry so many of my posts this morning have made you throw up a little.

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