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E-PrinceThe first time I set out to find George F. Kennan '25, in 1982, I had just turned 21, begun my final semester at Princeton University and noticed with astonishment that the senior thesis deadline had crept to within four ...
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Actually, I once met Kennan while I was a Princeton senior, but that was way back in 1952. My wonderful piano teacher, who knew Kennan fairly well, told me to go see him to talk about my then-plans to go into the Foreign Service, and he received me graciously and talked to me seriously.
Though, as things worked out, I wound up in the academic world (to the great benefit of American foreign policy, no doubt, since I didn't mess up the corridors of power at State.