OF GLAD
( I am seated in an office. surrmmded by heads and bodies. My psture is
consciouslv to the shape of my hard chair. -lhs a cold
in University Administration, wood-walled, Remington-hung, double-
Windowed against the heat, insulated from
sounds by the reception area Outside, a t which Charles. M r _ Lint
c.T.
and I we rc lately received.
faces have resolved into place abcwe summer-weight sm.rtcoats
and half-Windsors across a polished pine table shiny With the
spidercd light of an Arizona These three Deans —
Academic Affairs. Athletic Affairs. I do not know which face k*longs to
I neutral. even pleasant.
have to my legs hope carefully , ankle on
hands together the lap of my slacks. My Engcß are mated into a mirrored
Oi what to me, as the X _ The interview Other
personnel the University's Of Composition, its Varsity
tennis coach, and Academy protector Mr. A. dcLint. C.T. ix•side the
others sit. stand and stand, respectively, at the periphery of my foe-us.
tennis jingles is vaguely
about the room's odor. The high-traction sole Oi my complimentary Nike
sneaker runs parallel to the wobbhng loafer of my mother's half-brother,
here in his Capacity as Headmaster. Sitting in the
immediate right, also facing Deans.
The Dean at left. a lean yellowish man whose fixed smile nevertheless has
the impermanent quality of something stamped mate-
rial, is a pcrscmality•type I've come lately to appreciate. the who delays
need Oi any from me by relating my of the story to
passed a packet oi computer•sheets by the shaggy licm of a Dean at center.
he is sFaking more or less to these pages, smihng down.
•You Harold eighteen, date Oi gradua•
tion approximately one month from now. attending the Enfield Tennis
Academy , Enfield. Massachusetts, a school, where
reading glasses are rectangular. the sidelines at top and
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