PHILOSOPHY
The term when I took that course, I was thrilled. I had been published in a weekly paper in California. My short story “Night without Ending” got attention from a Los Angeles critic and was deemed “promising.” So, I entered the course with a light heart and substantial self-esteem. The professor of the Institution was holding a welcoming seminar all by himself, where he perhaps wanted to see if there were any talented minds among the newcomers. There were approximately fifteen new students. Like most professors in the Institution, this professor did not hold Theoretical and Practical Philosophy separated very much, as they initially ought to be. Still, he immediately started to demonstrate a problem that a theoretical philosopher might very much appreciate but not a practical one. Five of his colleagues lurked in the doorway to the hall, all with broad smiles on their faces. It turned out that in this Institution, people were always SMILING at all events, during all...