Five old, white men
I promised that I would tell the story of how five old, white men persuaded me to begin the study of Asian languages two years after I was out of college. Here it is.
When I graduated from Dartmouth in 1965, I joined the Peace Corps for two years in Nepal. Although I contracted fifteen diseases, some quite serious, lost fifty pounds, and had three nearly deadly trail accidents, the experience was transformative.
I was an English major in college and wrote an undergraduate thesis on Chaucer's "Troilus and Criseyde". At the end of my Peace Corps service, I still wanted to study for a PhD on Chaucer. So, among other applications to graduate school and for funding, I applied for a Woodrow Wilson fellowship. In those days (1967), that was a very prestigious prize.
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