I am writing to wholeheartedly concur with Bryan Leach's attack on Quincy Assassin (Op-ed, April 19). The game is one of Harvard's worst traditions, and I would rejoice at its abolishment.

Leach's letter not only afforded me an opportunity to cheer on a like-minded adversary of Assassin. It also reminded me of the many other things which I do not like yet which the moronic Harvard administration refuses to ban. Consider, for example, garbanzo beans. I hate garbanzo beans. They have the texture of cold liver and they taste kind of nutty yet also kind of like lima beans, which I also hate. They are also a pale, waxy sort of color, one that I do not feel contributes to salad bar spirit. But garbanzo beans are virtually inescapable. Not only do they occupy their own black plastic bucket, but they also figure prominently in such dishes as hummus and pasta salad. Every time I pass the salad bar, I am bombarded with garbanzo beans. It's gotten so that it interferes with my academic schedule. I can't eat or sleep anymore. I'm just haunted by the notion that someone, somewhere, is enjoying something I hate.

With only five weeks left before spring exams, it's important that I be able to relax in the knowledge that no one is serving or eating garbanzo beans. Thank goodness there are people on this campus like Bryan Leach and me who know that while Harvard students may enjoy Assassin and garbanzo beans, they obviously do not know what is good for them.

Jeanne B. Branstetter '99

April 19, 1999

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