Watching the bungee jump
It?s the end of March, and this year, as usual, professors are sleepless in New Jersey. Every morning for the last couple of weeks, I have risen from my comfortable bed at an even more ungodly hour than usual, padded to the kitchen in search of caffeine and then plunked myself in front of the computer to see what my seniors have sent me. Most days, the catch is plentiful: One or more long chapters, packed with material, appear, attached to an email sent between 4 and 6 a.m.




