My teacher, N.O. Brown, could hardly be more different from me, and I resisted and scorned -- "Love's Tonsils." It is a sort of theatrical madness which I admire more than emulate; performance art in the decade of performance art, the '60s.  This is psychoanalytical cultural history by a classicist-guru-preacher.  The message -- that "at least in the life of the mind" ideas must be carried to their ends -- still troubles me. Brown's was a new sort of rhetoric, perhaps not healthy, but I have been influenced by it.