Re universities-and-capitalism thread (and Salinger, too, who was definitely NOT keen on universities, particularly of a particular east-coast type): I'm coming here in the middle of something, but as academic desperate to keep finger in the pie and working in distant foreign land as result ("visiting foreign lecturer"), I am interested in the whole issue of academia, particularly its progressive, literary/cultural-studies versions, and the kinds of stance they take vis a vis American society in its present-day, hyper-capitalist phase They (i.e.literary academics) are pretty much against it--it remains racist, is class-ridden, is more imperialist than ever (in guise of globalism), information channels are controlled by billionaire-owned media, etc. Liberal/progressive critics speak on behalf of "inclusiveness"--they are anti-discrimination of all sorts, oppose hierarchies, seek community, etc.--but universities, with their rigid system of ranking, restrictive admissions policies, and incredibly high hurdles as regards hiring can hardly be called enlightened institutions--indeed, they are relics of a feudal era, and I see almost no academic today calling attention to this or criticizing it. In fact, universities do as much to perpetuate inequalities and status quo as government and corporations. Salinger was beginning to see this in his criticisms of ivy league snobbery--something certain other writers of the time picked up on (Kerouac and Ginsberg dropped out of Columbia; Nabokov too was quite anti-academic, but from another angle)--but it's something one would think there would have been more of. As one desperately trying to get "things written," I don't often have time to contribute, but much enjoy the talk. My best to everyone out there (and whoever it was that recommended *Oscar and Lucinda*--would not have seen this wonderfully quirky movie otherwise). Denis Jonnes p.s. The Lark cigarette company has just started a big billboard advertising campaign here, under the slogan "Perfect Days"--in big white capital letters against photobackdrop of young man with dark hair, thirty or so, sitting on beach under blue, sunny skies. No sign of Sybil, though; but with a Lark, who needs a Sybil?