5/27/2023 0 Comments Campusland by Scott Johnston![]() ![]() ![]() Devon was surely its most splendid example. The college campus, Milton thought, was man’s perfect place, a walled garden where beauty and youth came together in pursuit of the truth. He passed through a beautifully ornate stone archway. It was a little edgy sometimes, but that was okay. He discreetly checked his Twitter feed several times a day: was up to three thousand followers. He didn’t know who was behind the account, but this pleased him all the more. There was even a Twitter account called that tweeted witty observations about campus life. Social media, which often documented his comings and goings, said as much. ![]() He was their friend, one of them, accessible. ![]() Milton smiled again, not the least bit discouraging of the implied familiarity. “Milt!” a student cried from across College Street. In any event, the bustle of the school year was back. Sure, Devon had a $28 billion endowment, shy only of Harvard’s, but there were always new demands on the school treasury, and Milton, like a Renaissance king, had to receive the myriad constituencies who sought to make a claim. They didn’t, but the revenue was welcome, particularly during the fallow months. Parents assumed these programs increased their kids’ chances of admission. Things had been quiet over the summer, save for Model UN delegates and high school kids attending summer school programs. His daily stroll had become something of a personal tradition, and it was good to see life back in the campus. ![]()
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