Building after building of antique or modern mien, all wreathed in white-berried ivy (Merritt recalled the lush viridian virility of Vayavirunga as seen from the Samuel Smallhorne) and bearing the signage appropriate to that particular structure’s intellectual or administrative purpose, each otherwise uniform blue enamel panel stamped with the collegiate crest in yellow: pen, paintbrush, statue and book hovering in a triumphant arc above stylized fisherwife and yardbull trammelled in unlikely defeat: art and knowledge stronger than death. (And of course, Merritt’s own massive NikThek anchored the lower end of the campus like the prize in a holiday pudding.)Autumn ghosted the air this month. Leaving Wharton behind, the diurnally dwindling Season sun was rising further and further Uptown each day, contributing less and less heat, and a smaller share of the Borough’s doubled shadows. Seasons traversed the Linear City from Downtown to Uptown like a very slow Train.But Merritt welcomed the Fall, a reflective, nostalgia-inducing period, conducive to indoor pursuits such as study.
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