Politics had our hero in a very bad way—he hadn’t been able to muster the strength to attend class since at least All Souls. “How could...

In which our hero broods in the park.

In which our hero fiddles.

Loath to leave the cloistered, wood-panelled den of his dear Morningside Heights residence, Verily gingerly stepped over a crawling...

In which our hero takes the long walk to Schermerhorn.

In which our hero loses his fake.

In which our hero loses his fake.

In which our hero embraces mediocrity.

In which our hero purloins.

In which our hero explores.

In which our hero explodes.

In which our hero tries something new.

In which our hero wakes up.

In which our hero takes a history midterm.