You remember, we bet, Jeff Goldblum's line in "The Big Chill": "There's sex going on here. I feel it." Or something like that. Anyway, just as the Big Chill house was abuzz with bumping and grinding, the Harvard campus these days is alive with a similar, but less exciting, fever--elections. The final clubs are electing a fresh class of members. The newspapers and choosing their next executive boards. And, in a move that affects only a handful of select undergrads, Harvard's Phi Beta Kappa chapter is elevating another few brains to its ranks. November is Election month at Harvard. Here at The Crimson, things are as stressful as they get. Lots of talented people vying for a few important positions present their visions for the coming year while a group of overtired executives listen and question. Selection is, after all, the trademark of a Harvard experience. We compete like mad just to get in. And once we're here, we keep selecting--this time among ourselves. It's a never-ending spiral of choosing, of differentiating, of distinguishing. For what end? That's a question, unfortunately, that we don't often try to answer. Sometimes it all seems a little sick.