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Separate Spheres

all--certainly not part of my self-image during such an amazingly stimulating conversation.

Perhaps I was unusually submerged in literary thought after receiving my thesis grades and comments the day before. Perhaps I was thrilled by the opportunity of meeting one of the most incredible minds of our time. But the intrusion of this other life at Harvard abruptly disrupted this otherwise mellifluous intellectual exchange.

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Now, gentle reader that you are, do not misinterpret my reaction to the

Kincaidian compliment. I do not feel intellectually inferior, nor am I embarrassed or ashamed by my participation in collegiate athletics.

Quite the contrary, really.

However, when I question who I am--or more precisely, who I am at

Harvard--I picture myself foremost as a student, a student like most

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