The alarmed response of older academics to multicultural intrusions into their curriculum would seem odd if it were not founded on a sound self-interest. The great books of the West are holy writ in literature departments not just for their inarguable merit but for having already been well enough learned to be taught without further struggle for something new to say. One has needed maybe five years of sweating over Henry James to equip oneself for a lecture series that will last for fifty, with only occasional bother for a dim monograph.
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