The Salon has been renovated to keep out the drafts that once plagued its medieval stone (portions of the Hall having been the site of a 12th century abbey) and to afford many a cozy evening sitting by the fire perusing the leather-bound works of everything from Jacques Lacan to Jacqueline Susann. The wine cellar has been newly stocked, and French doors afford easy access to the path through the poet’s garden down to the docks where the punts are moored. A gentleman’s valet will be in service round the clock, having been pulled from the WVU intern pool and promised credit hours. Tenants are welcome to join Dr. Allen in the Salon, perhaps for the twice-weekly concert series--we hear the string quintet is creating a version of “Adrift on a Memory of Bliss.” But it is strictly requested that while visiting, no one give utterance to such phrases as “Degree Works,” “just a quick question,” or “Registrar.”
Please join us in thanking Dr. Allen for his long service as our Sujet Supposé Savoir--if we invested him with the glowing aura of that role it is not simply because we understand him to embody its authority. Rather, it is because he has proven time and again so very worthy of our trust and our appreciation.