I’m just back from a seminar in Oxford, where I found the program (UK: programme) too interesting and too packed with sessions and events to give me any time for blogging. I hope this short note with photos of Oxford will hold your interest until I can write something with a bit more substance—if substance is the word for the kinds of things I normally post.
OXFORD sometimes seems like one long series of closed doors.
I’m sure Oxford has no more doors than any other institution; and the sight of the doors of, say, University of Surrey, which I also have no right to enter, doesn’t carry the same force.
Maybe it’s the way that, in Oxford, the University and the town intermingle that makes the the closed doors seem so emphatic; there’s no campus proper, tucked away, and instead you can’t help but see university buildings—and their doors—wherever you go.
In any case, something about Oxford gives the impression that fascinating things occur all around you, and the people doing these fascinating things want you to know that you’re no part of it.
So it was a real treat to stay in Worcester College for a few nights, to have the right—if not earned, but only bought—to walk in the grounds, sit and read by the lake, eat in the hall, and pretend to be a part of how the scholarly half lives.