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18 tenure When Professor Trimble knocked at my door, extended his great old paw and said congratulations, I saw, instead of clouds of glory (and life-long employment, not to mention health insurance, including dental), only Professor Trimble, chalk-dusted, dandruff drifting on his collar, briefcase stuffed with Keats, Wordsworth, Shelley, and the other annotated Romantics, shuffling down the ancient halls to offer yet again to rows of dozing freshmen “Ozymandias.” “Tintern Abbey.” “Endymion.” ...

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