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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Duehay said, "The cultural advantages of Cambridge benefit the upper middle class most of all, and working class people probably could live more cheaply somewhere else. But most everyone in the city is willing to pay a little bit for the privilege of living here...
Even from afar, I have been following with considerable interest the continuing controversy over the realignment of Harvard's Expository Writing program. I believe that any proposal to eliminate some (or all) of the upper level Expository Writing course raises at least two issues that are crucial to the undergraduate curriculum...
...relatively specific: Expository Writing exists primarily to develop basic writing skills among all incoming students: most of that department's energy is poured into the regular Expos 10 course, which is the only required course at Harvard. As budgets tighten, the upper level courses, which have allowed for considerably more variety and flexibility, are the first to become expendable. The great crime in tampering with them, however, is that these courses--and I am specifically thinking of two that I took in Fiction and Autobiography--have been unique opportunities for undergraduates who have not been confident enough or experienced enough...
...explored a-little and found some people there to whom the quality of interpersonal exchange was more important than the quantitative content of the "learning process." I wrote for everyone from my Expos 10 section man to Kurt Vonnegut, so I sampled my share. I consider my two upper level Expository Writing courses to be among the best half-dozen I had at Harvard. I am still writing, still learning, still reflecting on what in my four years there is of lingering value. I'm also wondering how many students back there will not be breaking through their own boundaries...
...from those case histories of sexual maladjustment that dish up undigested gobbets of Freud liberally sauced with prurience and self-pity. The book is a brief and graceful, often witty memoir of Morris' inner and outer life. The outer life proceeds from a happy childhood in an artistic upper-class Welsh family (he read Huck Finn, cherished animals, and was taught to "wash my hands before tea"), through years as a choirboy at Christ Church College in Oxford, some tune at Lancing, a public school (which James hated), through Oxford and the army (which he enjoyed), as well...