I was a senior at Princeton, coming out of my shell, because I was pretty shy in those days. And it was a high time for me besides, because I’d won a tremendous fellowship for doctoral studies, a fine year of studies was coming to its close, the weather was warm and sunny, and a wonderful and kindly professor, Earl Miner, had invited me and the rest of…
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