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I love that I got the director of '9 Lives' confused with the protagonist of Daisy Miller. Where is my mind.
I also loved What was your favorite class at Yale?
Kostova: I had a lot of great classes, but I think my favorite was an Art History lecture that was taught over and over for decades by Professor Vincent Scully, who was one of the great professors of the twentieth century there, maybe anywhere.
The class I took was a famous Western Art History survey, with slides. The auditorium seated five hundred people. He taught it year after year after year, and every time he got so excited that he enflamed whole generations of art historians. Every semester.
He got so excited that he would occasionally poke a hole through the screen with his pointer. You'd be looking at the doors of the Duomo in Florence, and he'd rap the pointer right through; he ruined a lot of screens over the years. There also was a legend that one day he was so carried away with his topic that he fell off the front of the stage. I don't know if that's true, but it was a beloved campus legend.
His ardor up on the stage about some of the great architectural and art sights of Western Europe made me go to those places as soon as I could save money from my bookstore job or mowing lawns or whatever I was doing. Eventually I went to this wonderful monastery in the Pyrenees of Southern France, the first still-existing example of Romanesque architecture, built in the year 1000.
I'm only one of thousands and thousands of students he inspired. That was certainly the best class I took in college.
from an interview with Elizabeth Kostova. Because it sources things from the book and like a nerd I always think that's cool. Especially that she had a professor who cared that much, it gets me hot.
My chest hurts, but not unbearably, and I can't tell if it's my heart or my lungs.
I've started to save up money again, which is kind of neat. Apartment, school, Barcelona, in that order.
I also loved What was your favorite class at Yale?
Kostova: I had a lot of great classes, but I think my favorite was an Art History lecture that was taught over and over for decades by Professor Vincent Scully, who was one of the great professors of the twentieth century there, maybe anywhere.
The class I took was a famous Western Art History survey, with slides. The auditorium seated five hundred people. He taught it year after year after year, and every time he got so excited that he enflamed whole generations of art historians. Every semester.
He got so excited that he would occasionally poke a hole through the screen with his pointer. You'd be looking at the doors of the Duomo in Florence, and he'd rap the pointer right through; he ruined a lot of screens over the years. There also was a legend that one day he was so carried away with his topic that he fell off the front of the stage. I don't know if that's true, but it was a beloved campus legend.
His ardor up on the stage about some of the great architectural and art sights of Western Europe made me go to those places as soon as I could save money from my bookstore job or mowing lawns or whatever I was doing. Eventually I went to this wonderful monastery in the Pyrenees of Southern France, the first still-existing example of Romanesque architecture, built in the year 1000.
I'm only one of thousands and thousands of students he inspired. That was certainly the best class I took in college.
from an interview with Elizabeth Kostova. Because it sources things from the book and like a nerd I always think that's cool. Especially that she had a professor who cared that much, it gets me hot.
My chest hurts, but not unbearably, and I can't tell if it's my heart or my lungs.
I've started to save up money again, which is kind of neat. Apartment, school, Barcelona, in that order.