Then, abruptly, Arthur asked me when I was going to return. When! It soon became clear that he was concerned merely about the great amount of coursework I had missed and would have to catch up on for the second half of junior year. As if it were that simple! I replied that, flights of fancy aside, I really did not know whether I was going to return at all. At that, he was silent for a while. Then he said that of course I was going to return, that it was his job to convince me to return: “There is no other way.”

