In the spring semester of 19761 taught the first truly good course I can recall teaching in a number of years. I would feel much more hopeful about the future if I could take as much credit for the success of the course as I would like to. Twenty students and I sat about trying to decide which of the philosophers we read—Aristotle, Hegel, or Nietzsche—provided the best insights into4he literary tragedies we read. At semester's end a student wandered by the office. "It was really a good course... I mean, really worthwhile." "I'm glad." He hesitated: "It wasn't really an English course, you know. I mean...well...I think we learned a lot about life."