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...doubtful that even an individual who knew Copey well could present a fair picture of him, since the life of with and studied idiosyncrasy which he sustained had too many facets and roles to be adequately summarized. And he never "let down his guard" suficiently to any one person to permit revelations of an intimate variety. Thus the approach to Copey through his legend, however inadequate and dangerous, is the only one available until his Boswell comes along...

Author: By Stephen C. Clapp, | Title: Charles Townsend Copeland | 4/16/1958 | See Source »

...legend itself breaks up into public and private anecdotes, into classroom jokes and conference revelations. The undergraduate who came to know him well usually did so by moving through the larger layer of public acquaintance into increasingly attractive familiarity with the man; discovering Copey first merely by being at Harvard, then by going to a Copeland reading, then enrolling in one of his courses, meeting him in conference, and finally-- if he had proven himself worthy--in friendship, which was itself conducted with enough style to make legends...

Author: By Stephen C. Clapp, | Title: Charles Townsend Copeland | 4/16/1958 | See Source »

...Copey's Castle...

Author: By Stephen C. Clapp, | Title: Charles Townsend Copeland | 4/16/1958 | See Source »

...legend worthy of the name there must be a castle. Copey's castle was a suite of rooms in Hollis Hall. From the time he was given the rooms until 1932, when doctor's orders forced him to move, Hollis 15 was the most famous address in the College. Once a week, Copey would read aloud to anyone who cared to climb the four flights of stairs, knock on the door, and wait for command "Come in. Come in." from the imperiously courteous dweller...

Author: By Stephen C. Clapp, | Title: Charles Townsend Copeland | 4/16/1958 | See Source »

...room was large with wide windows "built for looking out to sea." Its walls were covered with books and a slow coal fire burned in the grate. Two oil lamps and a green-studded gas light gave all the illumination for the room. To the end, Copey refused electricity--no light bulbs, no telephone. Smoke black from the lamps discolored the ceiling and, it was claimed by those who knew, an old-fashioned tub lay under Copey's bed. His abode was a landmark even from the outside; a yellow sponge dangled from his window by a string, the butt...

Author: By Stephen C. Clapp, | Title: Charles Townsend Copeland | 4/16/1958 | See Source »

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