© 2003-2006 David Moles
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I am sorely tempted...10 o'clock, August 26, 2004...to check into an Ivy League PhD program in American History for five or ten years, solely in order to learn enough to be able to write this book: Glaukon: I've often wanted to read a history of the early years of the United States as if the U.S. was a developing country during the Cold War. Domestic factions allied with Britain and France, which will recognize no neutrals. George Washington throwing all his prestige and virtu on the side of neutrality in the Farewell Address, pleading with his countrymen not to fall into this trap . . . The Ghost of Daniel Webster: And being completely ignored . . . Thrasymakhos: As some chose France, and others chose Britain. The Alien and Sedition Acts, beginning the process of imprisoning people for political dissent . . . There would be denunciations. There would probably be death threats. But it would be a hell of a book. |
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No, I haven’t gotten around to it. I’ll have to eventually. :) |
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There's no reason you couldn't do the research to learn that outside of a phd program ... |
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There's a spy-genre story that can be told there involving european agents provocateurs working against each other to manipulate the american public, i'm sure. Although I suspect it would sell better in the european market. |
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Actually, there are three reasons: time, access, and credibility. Note that I’m not talking about a work of fiction here. |
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I knew you weren't talking about a work of fiction; the fictitious story popped into my head as a potential direction this idea could be taken, however. |
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Have you seen American Aurora? |
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No! Looks fascinating. |
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David, this has nothing to do with the subject at hand, but your phrase, "check into an ivy league PhD program" has been swimming around in my brain since I read it...I'm getting flashes of a shaking, nervous would-be scholar, perhaps in trouble with the law, surrendering his wallet and shoe-laces at a check-in point, being led to a small, functional room with a cot, a desk (with a computer, of course), being issued a library card..."You have eleven years to complete and defend that dissertation, son. Get to work." |
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That would kinda be the mood, yeah. |
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Yeah, grad school was along time ago for me, but some things you never forget. Never. |
You *have* read _For Want of a Nail_ by Robert Sobel?