Word: english
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...opening another of its innovations: a separate experimental college in which about 30 students a year will live and study for three years with a dozen faculty members and devise their own curriculum. Father Healy calls the school-named after Cambridge Scholar Elizabeth Soule, who is joining its English faculty -an "anti-college," in which "nothing we have done in the past will be beyond questioning...
...when he and his wife Vera and their only child Dmitri, then 6, embarked for New York from the French port of Saint-Nazaire. Behind him lay two distinct and finished lifetimes. The nearer one was his 20 years as an emigre Russian in Western Europe, teaching tennis and English, writing more or less autobiographical novels in his native tongue. But the farther distance stood closer to his soul, and it stands there still. That was Nabokov's Russian youth, destroyed after 1917 by the Revolution, and constituting an insistent summons from the past. "I would submit," he writes...
Cloud Castles. Nabokov's recall seems total. Across his greedy, adoring memory float the cloud castles of a childhood that vanished with the czars: a winter residence in St. Petersburg, a summer estate with five bathrooms and 50 servants, "a bewildering succession of English nurses and governesses" and tutors, long bicycle rides along the Luga highway with his beloved father, "mighty-calved, knickerbockered, tweed-coated, checker-capped," holidays in European seaside resorts and spas-all of it heightened now by the awareness of irretrievable loss. "A sense of security, of wellbeing, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust...
...setting exclusively for the young Nabokov, "lent an ember to my bicycle bell." Ben, Dan, Sam and Ned, the "wan-faced, big-limbed, silent nitwits" encountered in the English grammars that he mastered before Russian, "now drift with a slow-motioned slouch across the remotest backdrop of my memory." On the Nord-Express, "I saw a city, with its toylike trams, linden trees and brick walls, enter the compartment, hobnob with the mirrors, and fill to the brim the windows on the corridor side." A telephone number rises from the welter of years: "What would happen...
...consistency seems to be among science majors. All the biochemistry, chemistry, and biology students are now either teaching, studying, or working in science except one, who is studying classical Chinese in Paris. The field of concentration which seems to have the least relation to a concentrator's future is English, Radcliffe's favorite. Former English concentrators listed such occupations as "part time sales girl in Truc," "job hunting in Vienna," and writing labels for the Boston Museum of Science...