Perhaps when the Collected Works of the preeminent minds of the present generation are published they will be filled with insightful e-mails. But one doubts it.
In better times, college life was filled with endearing letters home for doting Mrs. Smiths to stow away for posterity. And even the most brutish dolt could string together a few paragraphs of mannerly prose. Now, the FAS server crashes and chaos ensues. The inconvenience caused by these infrequent lapses is not the most serious consequence of Harvard's electronic fetish--students' writing, manners, and thinking suffer as well. Would that every day were like last Friday!
Hugh P. Liebert '01 is a social studies concentrator in Eliot House. His column appears on alternate Wednesdays.