Preamble

I magine my shocked surprise when George appeared. While walking in my neighborhood for my daily exercise, suddenly one early Sunday morning, when, as the Iliad tells us, “Dawn flung out her golden robe across the earth” (Fagles, 1990, p. 231), there he was, walking with me as we used to do many times when I was attending the University of Chicago College under the grand and irreplaceable Robert Maynard Hutchins. I will always be grateful to Hutchins because he enabled me to make one dramatic jump from being a sophomore in the barbaric cesspool of a Chicago high school to being a sophomore in the civilized milieu of the University of Chicago College under the famous “Hutchins Plan.”