Your survey of the “The Best Old Place of All” brought back fond memories of Princeton that I attended more than 60 years ago. I cannot forget my little carrel in Firestone, where I spread out my books and notes and wrote a senior thesis (1952–53). Firestone was not as beautiful as Pyne Library, but it had functional carrels where we could create our first literary masterpiece.
Your survey of the “The Best Old Place of All” brought back fond memories of Princeton that I attended more than 60 years ago. I cannot forget my little carrel in Firestone, where I spread out my books and notes and wrote a senior thesis (1952–53). Firestone was not as beautiful as Pyne Library, but it had functional carrels where we could create our first literary masterpiece.