From one experience, an astute set of observations on college life.
AJA: I didn’t know that you had taught a Bennington
WHA: Yes, for one term, while someone else was away on a Guggenheim fellowship. Bennington is positively a brothel, you know. Around eleven o’clock one night I heard a knock on my door. A girl came in and simply refused to leave — insisted on staying the night. Oh, they’re nice girls, all right. But they talk. The next morning they rush to the telephone and tell everyone all about their night. It used to be that people were more reluctant to tell than to do. Now it’s the other way round.
At this point I rose to take leave.
From The Table Talk of W.H. Auden by Alan Ansen.
And so for day 1450