Lemon lime
Until recently, I thought that limes were just unripe lemons. I had always been perplexed about why limes are sweeter than lemons, but then again, I am rather easily perplexed by a great many things.
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Until recently, I thought that limes were just unripe lemons. I had always been perplexed about why limes are sweeter than lemons, but then again, I am rather easily perplexed by a great many things.
I recently had the pleasure of attending a small dinner lecture delivered by W. Barksdale Maynard ’88 on the topic of Princeton’s architectural history, from which I gleaned many a delightful tidbit of information about this place that we students from all four corners of the earth have come to call home. As I sat through slide after slide of photographs from the historical record, thoroughly engrossed by the evolution of our campus from a rural pasture surrounding lonely Nassau Hall to a vibrant mecca of global scholarship and aspirational tourism, I came to a startling realization: Princeton is not a small campus anymore.
People don’t look up.