![]() ![]() ![]() I taught courses in Human Motivation, Freudian Theory, Child Development. I was living the way a successful bachelor professor is supposed to live in the American world of ‘he who makes it.’ I wasn’t a genuine scholar, but I had gone through the whole academic trip. I vacationed in the Caribbean where I did scuba-diving. I had a Mercedes-Benz sedan and a Triumph 500 CC motorcycle and a Cessna 172 airplane and an MG sports car and a sailboat and a bicycle. I had an apartment in Cambridge that was filled with antiques and I gave very charming dinner parties. In a worldly sense, I was making a great income and I was a collector of possessions. I held appointments in four departments at Harvard-the Social Relations Department, the Psychology Department, the Graduate School of Education, and the Health Service (where I was a therapist) I had research contracts with Yale and Stanford. I had just returned from being a visiting professor at the University of California at Berkeley: I had been assured of a permanent post that was being held for me at Harvard, if I got my publications in order. “ In 1961, the beginning of March, I was at perhaps the highest point of my academic career. ![]() I was a Professor at Harvard and everybody stood around in awe and listened to my every word, and all I felt was that horror that I knew inside that I didn’t know.” Until you know a good, Jewish middleclass, upwardly mobile, anxiety-ridden neurotic, you haven’t met a real achiever! … Everytime I went to a family gathering, I was the boy who made it. ![]()
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