March 30, 2001
'I, With No Rights in This Matter': an Elegy
My best student from last year was murdered in the spring. It happened at the end of the semester, on the same night that I left town for an extended leave from teaching. The leave was made possible in part by a sizable grant that dropped on me from the blue, and it was when my department forwarded a clipping from the student paper about my own good fortune that I also learned about the murder, which was by that time old news. An article about a memorial service appeared on the clipping's
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