ABSTRACT

Last time I traveled to the United States, before I could reach the airline desk in London, I met with the additional checks that have been provoked by fears of terrorism. Who was I? Why was I traveling? To the young security guard, I evidently didn’t look like his idea of a professor. Anyway, professor of what? This was where the trouble really started. English Literature-he’d really hated that subject, he’d flunked out in that, he just couldn’t stand English Literature.