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It's one of those rare times when I'm really glad not to be at Harvard. (And, from that letter I got, I think the feeling is mutual.) A 'toxic atmosphere,' eh. Then again, given that after the meeting in the 'hot seat' yesterday, 'Summers was accompanied back to his office by Elisa New, an English professor [of American poetry] and his long-term girlfriend,' it might not be that bad. Then again, it might be very, very bad. Then again, I don't care for 'Theology and Innovation in American Poetry.' And again, I don't care for 'sailers [sic] in the air, weavers of disparate things together.' And again, further, I have a girlfriend.