Libraries, the Princeton campus's unknown repository of sexiness
Eliot got it wrong. Obviously the cruelest month is not April but January, which generally begins with a hangover before descending into protracted slush, sore throats, and a mailbox full of "important tax documents." At Princeton, where with the most foolish of consistencies we persevere in an academic calendar hostile to nearly all our educational aims, January is the month in which we dramatize the harsh victory of the worst that we are about (Examination Period) over the best of what we are about (Reading Period).If January has any redeeming social value, indeed, it is Reading Period.




