"The time has come," the Walrus said...

I can't believe it.

The walrusy man who lumbered energetically from one end of the blackboard to the other, booming out case studies in a New York accent--dead.

What will they do with his 10-pound binders stuffed with yellowing pages of the giant scrawl that narrated his lectures?

Who will scare the shit out of undergrads hoping to get into grad school?

How will non-Jewish students know when it's Rosh Hashanah if he's not around to cancel class?

On which other multiple choice exam will I be able to select the answer "I don't know and I don't care"?

It was startling to see the news between announcements about college band, carpooling, and trips to the beach. Ozarow, good man, it wasn't your time.