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...only the evening before they were due that Vag started filling out his fellowship applications. Everybody he was acquainted with was going to Europe; attending a domestic graduate school, he reflected, would only produce ennui. He had to go abroad...
...Vag thumbed through the stack of forms. "Bureaucracy," he sighed, "bureaucracy." First there was the Fulbright, a green form to be filled out in quadruplicate: Vag was applying for one to Australia--little competition. Then, of course, there was a white Fulbright to be filled out in triplicate; not a real Fulbright at all, he corrected himself, but a Foreign Government Grant. Vag flipped a dime to determine whether it would be the French or German government that would be honored by his request; Franklin Roosevelt came up on top, and France won. "La douce France," he murmured, "nation...
...Vag leafed through the Fulbright; he needed a study project, recommendations, and four copies of a Curriculum Vitae. He paused over the study project: "I would like," he wrote finally, "to study the effect of the fear of Asian immigration on Australian poetry of the twentieth century. There has been no satisfactory work yet done in this field." He wrote his project twice, each time with a carbon copy and then spent an hour composing a Curriculum Vitae. The Curriculum Vitae, he told himself, I can use on the Fulbright and the French Government Grant Application and the Fulbright Travel...
After breakfast, Vag rolled up Bow Street and went bump, bump, bump into Sever for his first class. As a non-Honors junior in English, Vag had chosen three large English lecture courses and one of the more popular History courses. None of these had sections or discussion periods; a fact which had formerly dismayed Vag, but which now rather cheered him. Resting against one wall, his recording mechanism purring quietly as the professor spoke, Vag felt a contentment he had never known before...
...lecture was over and Vag's mechanism rumbled with what passes for a yawn in tape recorders. "No sections, no tutorial," he thought. "No wonder they said junior year was worth waiting for!" Bump, bump, bump, Vag maneuvered his way down the steps of Sever. "Off to fresh woods and pastures new," he mused cheerily as he rolled up the walk to Lamont...