Oxford declined.
“Of course you realize,” she
told the master at Balliol College, “that Krishnamurti is the son of God!”
“Yes,” said the master, “we’ve
had the sons of some very important people at Oxford.”
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Graham
Greene did get into Balliol.
Shelley, W.H.
Auden and Robert
Graves went to Oxford.
Virginia
Woolf, E.M.
Forster and Nabokov
went to Cambridge.
Poe, to the University of Virginia.
Henry
James, to Harvard Law.
For Ishmael,
“A whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.”
Wilde went to Trinity College and to Oxford.
Beckett, to Trinity College.
Fitzgerald, to Princeton.
Leonard
Cohen, to McGill.
Gore
Vidal didn’t go to university,
and was proud of it.
Hamlet
went to Wittenberg, where he may have
studied under Martin Luther, which would explain much.
But what’s it worth anymore?
Literature is dead, science is compromised, math is elitist—it’s all elitist. You’re
elitist. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Anon,
MacRobert
Robert MacLean is an independent filmmaker. His recent The Light Touch is on Amazon Prime, Tubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a film reviewer, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen.
“Intelligence is a kind of immorality.”—Paul Valéry
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