Letters

The New York Times has an interesting article today about a cache of letters between two old Chicago high school friends.

He was John Peavoy, who went on to become an English professor at Scripps (hey, zellandyne... anyone you know?)

She was Hillary Rodham.

The Times duly notes there are few spelling or grammar errors, but this one caught my eye (although it's perfectly explicable -- she heard the word rather than saw it):

"She reports in one letter from October of her sophomore year that she spent a “miserable weekend” arguing with a friend who believed that “acid is the way and what did I have against expanding my conscience.”"

I like the possibility held out here of "conscience-ness enhancing drugs," though... Perhaps we could give Bush's cabinet a megadose each.