"Heaven for me is reading a long 19th century novel in a warm climate."
Gail Parker
There is not much time for heaven just now. It is late fall in Vermont, and the first wet snows have already fallen on the 500-acre campus of Bennington College. Coeds in fringed wool ponchos and muddy boots straggle along the paths to their classes. In Commons Theater, a lone dancer in a leotard is rehearsing her interpretation of Wallace Stevens' poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. In Studio 236 of a stone mansion called Jennings Hall,...
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