tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post1087245852022703198..comments2023-12-28T16:38:26.304-08:00Comments on ACravan: Letter of TransitACravanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-50776120756158802832010-12-07T13:47:27.139-08:002010-12-07T13:47:27.139-08:00And to you and yours. Avoid bar exams like the pl...And to you and yours. Avoid bar exams like the plague. They take and wreck entire seasons. When I sat for the NY bar in 1981, it was during the two days in summer dedicated to the Charles-Diana royal wedding. That, at least, was diverting when you weren't taking the exam itself. This time I was placed in an ugly auditorium at what seemed like a 5th grader desk with current law students slightly confused by my presence among them. I hoped and prayed that a bomb would not fall so that this would be the last thing on earth that I'd see. When I left several hours later, quite drained, I drove over a traffic barrier, having previously sent Caroline and Jane up to New York State on the wrong date to attend a party. Things have semi-straightened out since then. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-30964391089999656772010-12-07T13:00:21.531-08:002010-12-07T13:00:21.531-08:00You need not be surprised that your mind of obviou...You need not be surprised that your mind of obviously many compartments should do well . . . and congratulations in your late-life ascent to the bar . . . as well as your traditional ascent to the cooking table . . . but , stop me, all the yabber of "ascents" is going to make me gulp on Guelphs and Ghibbilines rather than mitts and madelines. All the best to you and your family.WDCnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-5324915924390740052010-12-07T10:01:07.264-08:002010-12-07T10:01:07.264-08:00Good morning and thank you very much. Yours is the...Good morning and thank you very much. Yours is the brightest note so far today. I loved Prelude to the Obamiad, by the way. Yesterday was just so grim for some reason and this is what came from a mundane trip from Berwyn to Manhattan. I definitely think it's time to exercise more, watch the news as little as possible and, along lines you sort of suggest, take up the Purgatorio again. I had to stop doing most outside reading when I was studying for the MPRE (it's a part of the bar exam I had to take to gain admission to the Pennsylvania bar). Since then I've been recovering from the experience, but was pleased and relieved to receive the news last week that I passed it and actually did quite well, which was a big surprise to me. It's a lovely day here, but really cold. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720858203931120530.post-5531919122973420242010-12-07T09:15:13.599-08:002010-12-07T09:15:13.599-08:00Curtis . . . I deeply admire that you either could...Curtis . . . I deeply admire that you either could write so well and for such a goodly spell , that is to say, so eqotistically, about your personal alienation, only to arrive--as a good husband and father often does--at home, and, quite happy in a christmas cookie recipe . . . or I admire that the delicate flakings of a Christmas cookie may be so gruffly undergirded by a long, life-bumping walk to work. The highest and most stern transcendentalists, like Dante, might well pass you by, but Melville would love this, and, I, who am neither a talented Italian nor a world-travelling seaman, also love this.WDCnoreply@blogger.com