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Two quotes from yesterday’s column, which described why the publication of lists of schools where children were admitted might not be the best window into a high school. (He has two notable disclaimers — celebrations with names and schools where admission isn’t a “given.” )
“Now consider the money. We are mostly ignorant about the household incomes and family assets of the students who are able to attend (or not) any particular college. We remain clueless if, in fact, a more “respectable” (to again use the term that the financiers once did) school did not give a family enough need-based financial aid. And we have no awareness of which slightly less respectable colleges offered so-called merit aid to affluent families to persuade them to say no to other institutions.”
Meanwhile, we have no earthly idea why some of our seniors get into the most rejective colleges, as the education advocate Akil Bello rightly refers to them. These schools take whom they take for their own reasons, and their institutional priorities change from year to year (and sometimes hour to hour in the last frantic days of April as they try to fill their freshman classes) without providing any explanation to us or you.
Book Store Friday
Not a bad haul.
The Dostoevsky I’ve not read and it’s clean paperback edition.
Ken Burns does it again; I haven’t read Hemingway since college and I liked the look of this edition and got it.
Someone had donated a number of these penguin editions. One of my favorite professors in college recommended Pnin and a $5 hardback seemed worth it.
While I’d read “If I had a hammer” as a kid, I had not read this autobiography and I’m looking forward to it.
$14.
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I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks—who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering, which word is beautifully derived “from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la SainteTerre,” to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, “There goes aSainte-Terrer,” a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander. They who never go to the Holy Land in their walks, as they pretend, are indeed mere idlers and vagabonds; but they who do go there are saunterers in the good sense, such as I mean. Some, however, would derive the word from sans terre without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere.
I confess that I am astonished at the power of endurance, to say nothing of the moral insensibility, of my neighbors who confine themselves to shops and offices the whole day for weeks and months, aye, and years almost together. (thought about this line as we come out of the pandemic.).
