Thursday, May 24, 2018

walking to dinner


A grey, damp Cambridge evening - in other words, very English; very atmospheric.  It's so strange being 5,882 miles (or whatever it is, exactly), from all the drama that's going on at USC - and trying to explain it - well, let's just say that in the English context, there are many more stages of checks and balances, and transparency - and then the sums of cash involved are so very different on either side of the Atlantic.  And furthermore - having just had a mid-symposium dinner in a private college dining room, entirely surrounded by paintings by Roger Fry - it's an atmosphere in which people actually sit down and talk ideas and politics.  I can't, however, start to unpack what does or doesn't correlate here: the other thing to bear in mind is that High Table wine is remarkably good ...

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