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Guest Blog! M. K. Hammond, Turnings with Tennessee Williams
A little over two years ago, I published an essay called “Property of Tennessee Williams” in Humanities, the journal of the National Endowment of the Humanities. My friend, the author M. K. Hammond, sent me her thoughts on the poem, which I append below. Her new book, The Rabbi of Worms, is available on Amazon; there are great interviews here and here. Her thoughts on Williams are well worth reading:
Turnings with Tennessee Williams:
An Analysis of the Poem “Testa dell’ Efebo”
M. K. Hammond
Testa dell’ Efebo
Of Flora did his luster spring
and gushing waters bathed him so
that trembling shells were struck and held
until his turning let them go.
Then gold he was when summer was,
unchangeable this turning seemed
and the repose of sculpture told
how thinly gold his shoulders gleamed.
A cloud of birds awoke in him
when Virgo murmured half awake.
Then higher lifted birds and clouds
to break in fire as glasses break.
A lunatic with tranquil eyes
he must have been when he had dimmed
and that town burned wherein was turned
this slender copper cast of him.
Twenty-seven years after the poem Testa dell’ Efebo was first published in Harper’s Bazaar, its author Tennessee Williams described it as his “only fully-realized work.”1 Why did he say this? What makes the poem “fully-realized”?
Williams presumably thought the work was complete in some sense, expressing an idea or depicting an image as accurately and artistically as he thought possible. Its completeness hinges on the multiple layers of meaning revealed in metaphors, allusions, and word-plays packed into the verses.
The most obvious reading of the poem emerges from references to the bronze figure that inspired it. The original statue of a young man had been found in the ruins of Pompeii and was subsequently displayed in a Naples museum. Many copies were made and sold to tourists. Williams bought one while visiting Naples in 1948 and thereafter kept it in his possession.2 The bronze youth stands in a relaxed pose, unclothed except for clusters of grapes around his head, a goatskin draped over his left shoulder, and an ornate pair of sandals tied onto his feet and lower legs. His left leg extends forward, his left hand rests on his hip, and his right forearm is raised. Perhaps he once held something (now lost) in his right hand, while his pointer finger extends off to the side. The most unusual feature is the head, tilted downward, facing slightly leftward, his intense eyes focused on some unknown object. There must be something about the youth’s head that provides a key to understanding the poem, since the title can be translated “Head of the Young Man.” Most noticeably, his head is turned, and the word “turning” or “turned” appears in three of the four stanzas. This significant word has multiple meanings that will perhaps elucidate the author’s intentions. What follows are several possible explications of the poem, all related to the concept of “turning.” Williams may not have thought through all of these interpretations; nevertheless, imaginative work can sometimes carry more meaning than the author intended.
In the most literal interpretation, the four stanzas of Testa dell’ Efebo give a poetic description of the sculptor’s art and the fate of this particular statue. Earthen elements used by an artist are formed over centuries from organic matter and minerals, washed over by rain and ocean water. The “trembling shells” refer to an ancient method of casting bronze statues, completed by removal of the outer molds.3 The sculptor “turns” the elements into a beautiful form by releasing extraneous matter and revealing the luster beneath. The statue appears golden at first. It gleams with seeming permanence. Yet as time passes a patina develops and the golden shine fades. The third stanza might depict the workings of nature as Vesuvius erupts around the silent, motionless figure. One could imagine his heart fluttering as the mountain rumbles and birds take flight. Clouds of ash are spewed heavenward and fire consumes all within its reach. After the eruption ceases, ash settles on the town and the statue’s luster is further dimmed. Illuminated at night only by the moon, he stands calmly surveying the harsh destruction of a place where delicate art work had once been turned, as on a potter’s wheel.
A second reading of the four stanzas makes a connection with the four seasons of the year, which turn one into another. In the first line the word “spring” appears, surrounded by references to plant life and fast-flowing water. Perhaps melting snows feed a rushing stream that picks up shell fossils and deposits them at turnings in the watercourse. The second stanza contains the words “summer” and “gold.” The verses suggest brightness and inactivity associated with hot weather. The zodiac sign Virgo, mentioned in the next stanza, falls mostly in September, when autumn begins. Also at this time large flocks of birds lift high for their annual migration to the south. The last stanza has a vague suggestion of winter in the dimness and tranquility of a desolate town.
On another level, the poem might represent the four stages in a man’s life. Gushing waters accompany the birth process. Trembling shells could refer to a family’s habits and values superimposed on a boy until he turns away and goes out on his own. Golden youth is the second stage, seeming solid and permanent at the height of a young person’s vigor, health, and beauty. Yet the gleam of youth derives from thin gold, and that turning is soon worn away. In manhood Virgo comes to life, perhaps indicating the development of sexuality or a sense of vocation. The man is lifted heavenward into the clouds of bliss or accomplishment until he flies too close to the sun, like Icarus, and comes crashing down. Finally as an old man he loses his inner fire, his mental sharpness, and perhaps his vision as well. He may be disillusioned by life and the world that promised so much when he was young.
A more obscure, and perhaps deeper, reading of the poem is related to a human being’s search for meaning in life, especially in a religious context. Williams left the entirety of his literary estate to University of the South, also called Sewanee, a school affiliated with the Episcopal Church. He apparently wanted people to be aware of the Christian context of his work.4 To follow this line it will be helpful to know the identity of the youth represented by the statue. The first two words of the poem give us a clue.
One of Tennessee Williams’ favorite poems was Keats’ Ode to a Nightingale. The second stanza of this work expresses desire for “a draught of vintage . . .Tasting of Flora” (emphasis added). The verses continue, “O for a beaker full of the warm South! . . .With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth,” clear references to alcoholic drink. The poet thinks of strong drink as one way of escaping the world’s troubles. In the same stanza, multiple references to nature, dance, and song suggest an invocation of Bacchus, the god of wine. The connection is cemented in a later stanza when Keats mentions Bacchus by name (as an option not taken).
By quoting the words “Of Flora” at the very beginning of his poem, Williams establishes an immediate association with the “vintage” stanza of Ode to a Nightingale. The grape clusters around the youth’s head and the goatskin he carries also indicate that the statue portrays the figure of Bacchus.
In classical mythology, the god Bacchus is associated with revelry and ecstatic joy, and also with savage brutality, conditions which may be induced by consuming alcohol. Williams might have been thinking of something else, however. Bacchus is the only god born of a human mother and a divine father. As the god of wine, he is both outside and inside mortal beings, transforming in some way those who partake of his fruits (perhaps reminding us of the Eucharist). The vine representing Bacchus is severely pruned and appears dead in winter, only to come alive again in spring. He defies the power of death by rescuing his mother from the underworld and taking her to live on Mt. Olympus with the gods. The associations with Christianity are unmistakable.
If Williams was thinking in religious terms, the work “turn” would carry still more meaning. Old Testament poets and prophets exhorted their listeners over and over again to turn away from evil and turn back to the Lord. Williams had sometimes gone astray in life and may have wanted to turn back (in the biblical sense). He apparently found it difficult, though, to break away from self-destructive behaviors.
Considered from this standpoint, the first stanza of Testa dell’ Efebo might refer to the creation story. Flora, gushing waters, and trembling shells represent the gifts bestowed on mankind by the Creator. Almost immediately Adam, representing all men, turns to sin and is ejected from Eden. The second stanza depicts a golden age in history, when human accomplishments in art and science hold great promise for the future. Yet the passage of time reveals the deeply ingrained nature of sin. New hope comes in the third stanza when a virgin gives her assent and the Holy Spirit (often represented by a bird) lifts men and women to new heights. But these efforts, too, seem to bear little fruit, as the world embraces violence, culminating in the terrible destructiveness of twentieth century warfare. Despite this gloomy conclusion, the poem does not leave a reader in total despair. The young man, while disillusioned and driven half mad from what he sees, still has tranquil eyes. He looks back with humility at human frailty but also with respect for human accomplishments. His head might be turned in dejection or resignation, or simply in thoughtfulness. The statue survives destruction, as do the aspirations of mankind for a better “turning.”
Thus the poem elicits many possible interpretations of the word “turn.” Most of them have to do with transformation.5 The cyclical nature of the calendar year and of a human life, as well as a person’s ability to turn back and survey history, suggest completeness. These various turnings may have inspired Williams’ description of Testa dell’ Efebo as “fully realized.” Furthermore, the poem’s songlike meter and rhyme scheme and its internal rhyme, alliteration, imagery, and beautiful turn of phrase appeal to the ear. While Tennessee Williams may not have been able to turn his life around, his poem on turning succeeds magnificently as a work of art.
Notes
1 Williams is quoted in an article in People magazine (May 26, 1975) called “A Playwright Lives his Greatest Drama: The Resurrection of Tennessee Williams,” by Jed Horne, based on an interview conducted by Horne at Williams’ home.
2 The statue now resides in the archives of University of the South in Sewanee, Tennessee. It was among the items that came to Sewanee in connection with the bequest of Tennessee Williams’ literary estate to the university. Professor Christopher McDonough, chairman of the Classical Languages department, has written a fascinating article about the statue and what he has learned about it. See Humanities: The Magazine of the National Endowment for the Humanities, September/October 2011.
3 A more complete description of the process is given in McDonough’s article mentioned above.
4 Talk given by Christopher McDonough at Sewanee Summer Seminar, June 2013.
5 There may be further meanings as well, related to distinctive characteristics of the poet himself. Such a personal reading would depend on a more thorough knowledge than this reviewer has of Tennessee Williams’ life and writings.
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The King’s Whiskers at SAS
Has British royalty ever visited the Cumberland Plateau? Well, sort of …
“On the feast of Charles I of England 1924 Fr Orum [the prior at the time] thought it fitting that they should hold a special commemoration for his martyrdom on January 30. Bp. Maxon and other guests were invited formally to attend the occasion. Some one had given us a properly authenticated relic of the beheaded King, which unfortunately was a clipping from his beard. This was carried about in solemn procession with incense and torches and appropriate hymns. But some newspaper man from Nashville was there and he thought to give the school a boost by writing an illustrated story of the event which was published in due time. That raised a storm that spilled over the country, far beyond the confines of Tennessee. Fr. Orum was completely crushed, and he never really did recover from the shock. Fortunately our Bishop Gailor saw the humor of the situation, while not for a minute approving of the rather bizarre performance; and it was most kindly and charitable of him to say merely that Fr. Orum had used poor judgement. All the furor over ‘King Charles whiskers’ died down in due time, but, as mentioned above, Fr. Orum was so shaken he never recovered.”
Former St. Andrew’s-Sewanee headmaster, Fr. Bill Wade, pointed me to this story, which is found in the charming manuscript, A Résumé of the Story of Saint Andrew’s School, 1905 to 1945, by Rt. Rev. Robert Erskine Campbell, O.H.C. (1968) on page 76. My lazy on-line investigations have not turned up much confirmation of the “storm that spilled over the country,” although I did find a disdainful mention in The Lutheran Witness 43 (1924) 176 to an article entitled “Episcopalians Venerating King Charles’s Whiskers.”
You can see Charles’ distinctive beard in the famous triple portrait below, now in the Royal Collections, done by Anthony Van Dyck–it was after this painter that this sort of facial hair came to be called a “Van Dyke,”which is also sometimes called a “Charley” after His Majesty, according to the OED ( which gives a reference from 1834 reading, “With white pantaloons, watch chains and Wellingtons, and a charley at their under lip”). Other relics of the poor beheaded monarch are accounted for on the website of the Society of King Charles the Martyr. If mooning over old dead kings is your thing, this is the site for you–just don’t try it here in Tennessee or you might end up like Father Orum.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been depos’d, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos’d;
Some poison’d by their wives, some sleeping kill’d;
All murder’d — for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king,
Keeps Death his court: and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene
To monarchize, be fear’d, and kill with looks;
Infusing him with self and vain conceit —
As if this flesh, which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable — and, humour’d thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Shakespeare, Richard II, 3.3
Date on the Cornerstone of Walsh-Ellett, Sewanee
Perhaps the most charming spot on the Sewanee campus is Guerry Garth, the green space between Convocation Hall, Guerry Auditorium, and Walsh-Ellett Hall–I have often taught classes here, near the large gingko in the middle, while Breslin Tower chimed away the quarter-hours. Recently I noticed something in the Garth that has to do with another sort of time-reckoning, however.
It’s in the southeast corner of the Garth, in the upper right hand of the picture above but you can see better what I’m talking about below– by the drainpipe, halfway between the windows and the ground.
It’s the cornerstone for “Walsh Memorial Hall.” What struck me as odd about it was the rendering of the date. While Roman numerals are common enough, this inscription is given in a Roman calendrical form rarely seen outside of ancient monuments.
WALSH MEMORIAL HALL
AD DEI GLORIAM
A.D. XIV. KAL. OCT.
MDCCCXC
Ad Dei gloriam, “to the glory of God,” reads easily enough, as does the year, MDCCCXC, 1890. But the third line, A.D. XIV. KAL. OCT., requires some explanation. One thing, though–the A.D. does not mean Anno Domini.
The Romans had, more or less, the same month-names that we have, but their system of specifying days was different. This may or may not have had to do with phases of the moon, but no matter, it worked like so: the first day of the month was called the Kalends, the thirteenth day of the month was the Ides (except in July, October, March, and May, when it fell on the fifteenth), and the Nones fell eight days before the Ides.
The days of the month were reckoned backwards from the nearest of these marked days. Hence, what you and I would call February 1st was the Kalendis Februariis (Kal. Feb., in standard ancient abbreviation). Februay 13th would be the Idus Februarius (Id. Feb). February 12th was pridie Idus Februarius, i.e., the day before the Ides of February (pridie Id. Feb). February 11th was ante diem iii Idus Februarias, or three days before the Ides of February (a.d. iii Id. Feb.). See, a.d. = ante diem, “day before.”
Now I know you’re saying on that last one–hey, wait a minute, February 11th is only TWO days before February 13th! But you have to recall that Romans didn’t have a concept of zero, and so they counted inclusively, meaning they counted both the first and the last number in their reckoning. Imagine if you were to crucify a man on a Friday and he rose from the dead on a Sunday: the way you and I count, it’s only two days later, but according to the Romans, he rose again on the third day.
Anyway, back to the dedication of Walsh. According to the inscription, it reads A.D. XIV. KAL. OCT., that is, fourteen days before the Kalends of October. September 30 minus 14 days, counted inclusively. That would make it September 18th. If you don’t believe me, you can check this nifty Roman Date Calculator. If you have a degree from Sewanee, in fact, you might want to check it out, as all the dates on the sheepskin are rendered in this Roman style. But the inscription on Walsh, with the dating that includes Kalends, strikes me as being unusual for a cornerstone dedication.
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Plant and Leafs from Green’s View
The first time my wife and I looked out from Green’s View in Sewanee, she said, “It looks like the original cover of The Fellowship of the Ring.” She was right, of course, in more ways than one. Sewanee has always had a feel of the Shire about it, a kind of remove from the workings of the rest of the world that we usually associate with the pastoral. As William Alexander Percy famously described Sewanee, It’s a long way away, even from Chattanooga, in the middle of woods, on top of a bastion of mountains crenellated with blue coves. It is so beautiful that people who have once been there always, one way or another, come back. For such as can detect apple green in an evening sky, it is Arcadia. The painting below of Green’s View was done last year by Dan Pate, whom I think of as Sewanee’s Cézanne– the dreaminess of the landscape done in abstract design capture much of what I see from this prospect.
But the fact is, there’s a lot more to this view than simple pastoral romance. Now that the trees are bare, let’s take an even closer look at Green’s View. So, what are those structures, way out there to the left?
Yeah, those ones …
Well, those buildings are the Nissan Powertrain Assembly Plant, on Warren Chapel Road, in Decherd the U.S. Air Force’s Arnold Engineering Development Center. It is, according to the AEDC website, the most advanced and largest complex of flight simulation test facilities in the world. The complex operates 43 aerodynamic and propulsion wind tunnels, rocket and turbine engine test cells, space environmental chambers, arc heaters, ballistic ranges and other specialized units. It’s a big employer here in Franklin County, and alas, also a big polluter. As my friend David Haskell notes in a blog post, man-made Woods Reservoir near AEDC is contaminated with PCBs and the fish bioacummulate these toxins and pass them up the food chain to the birds.
Further to the west, and not quite visible from Green’s View is another large industry, Nissan’s Powertrain Assembly plant (pictured to the right). Now, I know what you’re thinking, people. You’re saying, Hey, I’m trying to enjoy a pure and unlittered panorama up here from Green’s View, knock it off! Get your “dark Satanic mills” out of my “green and pleasant land”! Well, my friend, that it where you are wrong, at least about Nissan, a plant that may well be a greener shade than you think. According to a press release from Nissannews.com last month, the Decherd plant has become an instrumental point in the production of Nissan’s electric car, the Leaf:
Nissan is finding more and more ways to localize its LEAF production in the U.S. When the vehicle first became available in December 2010, the car was manufactured in Japan. In January 2013, Nissan ramped up production of the car in Smyrna, Tenn. This was followed by production of the electric motor in Decherd, Tenn., in April. “Bringing that production here and those jobs here, it is better for everyone,” said Coral Kanies, Nissan Decherd Production Manager. As the press release further notes, Nissan added its electric motor facility in Decherd will use only locally sourced magnetic wire by the end of this year. (You can see the video version of this report below)
Admittedly, there’s a part of me that is pretty suspicious about electric cars, especially ones with names like “Leaf.” But the buzz on Leaf seems pretty good. There’s a blog from a Leaf owner called drivingelectric, who is pretty enthusiastic about this car, noting how little it costs to run: But if you are driving a standard car or truck that gets an average of 18 mpg and you drive it 15,000 miles a year, with gas costing $4/gallon, you are spending 22.2 cents per mile and $3,333 a year for fuel . If you were driving an electric car with electricity costing 10 cents per kWh, which is pretty close to average, you’d be spending 2.9 cents per mile and $435 a year for fuel . You’d be saving $2,898 a year on fuel costs.
For me, the downside is that a fully-charged battery will take a Leaf only 85 miles or so. That would only take me to Nashville from Sewanee–or back and forth to the Nissan Plant in Decherd twice (an 18 miles’ drive away). But in any event, it is interesting to think that looking out from Green’s View, one is gazing not just on a nostalgic past but also on competing visions of the future, one filled with PCBs and the other, not quite visible but much greener.
(Many thanks to David Haskell and Will Haight for gently pointing out my error about the buildings on the horizon above)
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Bill Bonds’ “On Evaluation at the University of the South”
In honor of the return of SACS to Sewanee in 2015, please find below Bill Bonds’ notorious parody, “On Evaluation at the University of South” (available also as a PDF: Bill Bonds–On Evaluation at the University of the South.)
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Scylla or Charybdis? The Homeric Trolley Problem
The recent publication of two new books on ethics have got me thinking about one of my favorite Homeric stories. David Edmonds’ Would You Kill the Fat Man? (Princeton) and Thomas Cathcart’s The Trolley Problem (Workman) each deal with an ethical riddle that the New York Times succinctly describe thus:
You are walking near a trolley-car track when you notice five people tied to it in a row. The next instant, you see a trolley hurtling toward them, out of control. A signal lever is within your reach; if you pull it, you can divert the runaway trolley down a side track, saving the five — but killing another person, who is tied to that spur. What do you do? Most people say they would pull the lever: Better that one person should die instead of five.
The “trolley problem” was first articulated by Oxford philosopher Philippa Foot in 1967, although she didn’t explain why the people in her theoretical world should be so cavalierly loitering around train-yards with runaway trolleys.
But, in any event, what should you do in this predicament? The dilemma seems simple at first, but grows in complexity upon reflection. If you throw the switch, one person will die; if you don’t throw the switch, five will. As a strictly utilitarian matter, clearly it worse that five people should die instead of one, so you ought to throw the switch. And yet, if you throw the switch you are certainly complicit in that individual’s death, whereas were you to do nothing, it would be an accident if the five were killed. Deliberately arranging for an innocent person’s death is obviously worse than not doing so, and hence you ought not to throw the switch.
What to do? Since its original publication, the trolley problem has been fitted out with different variations for the purpose of highlighting other ethical issues implicit in the original dilemma: What if, instead of throwing the switch, all you could do was to push somebody on to the track to stop the trolley? What if it were … your mom!?
You can see how all of these arguments might run but, at its heart, the trolley problem comes down to a numbers game balanced against the guilt associated with intentionally taking a life. A utilitarian argument depends upon a simple consideration of the number of lives saved. The opposite position puts more of a premium on the moral agency of the one who intentionally though unwillingly takes a human life.
There is, as I said at the start, a comparable situation in Homer. In Book Twelve of the Odyssey, the witch-goddess Circe is giving the hero explicit directions on how to get home. There are many dangers to be avoided, to be sure, and among these are the monsters living on either side of a strait his ship must pass through, Scylla and Charybdis. The former, horrible to look upon, is described as follows in Ian Johnston’s on-line translation:
She has a dozen feet,
all deformed, six enormously long necks, 110
with a horrific head on each of them,
and three rows of teeth packed close together,
full of murky death. Her lower body
she keeps out of sight in her hollow cave,
but sticks her heads outside the fearful hole,
and fishes there, scouring around the rock
… No sailors 120
can yet boast they and their ship sailed past her
without getting hurt. Each of Scylla’s heads
carries off a man, snatching him away
right off the dark-prowed ship.
So, Scylla with her six heads is on one side, ready to attack. What about the opposite side of the strait?
Then, Odysseus,
you’ll see the other cliff. It’s not so high.
The two are close together. You could shoot
an arrow from one cliff and hit the other.
There’s a huge fig tree there with leaves in bloom.
Just below that tree divine Charybdis
sucks black water down. She spews it out 130
three times a day, and then three times a day
she gulps it down—a terrifying sight.
May you never meet her when she swallows!
Nothing can save you from destruction then,
not even Poseidon, Shaker of the Earth.
Make no mistake, Charybdis is even worse than Scylla, and she will destroy the ship and everybody on board if she can. While he is contemplating these unpleasant options, Circe offers Odysseus an ancient version of the trolley problem:
Make sure your ship stays close to Scylla’s rock.
Row past there quickly. It’s much better
to mourn for six companions in your ship
that have all of them wiped out together.
It’s interesting to think that this goddess, who is endowed with magical transformative powers (she had turned Odysseus’ men into pigs a book earlier!) is here making a strictly utilitarian argument. One can even picture the syllogism:
- It is better that fewer people should die
- Fewer people will die by sailing alongside Scylla
- Therefore it is better to sail alongside Scylla
Q.E.D.! Yet Odysseus is not convinced. When it comes time in fact to make the treacherous passage, the hero orders his helmsman to hug the cliff of the strait in the hopes that they can find some way to maneuver between the two monsters. With his hand on his sword, Odysseus keeps a sharp eye out for Charybdis, but in vain.
Then Scylla snatched away
six of my companions, right from the ship,
the strongest and the bravest men I had.
When I turned to watch the swift ship and crew,
already I could see their hands and feet,
as Scylla carried them high overhead.
They cried out and screamed, calling me by name
one final time, their hearts in agony. …
Of all things my eyes have witnessed in my journeying
on pathways of the sea, the sight of them
was the most piteous I’ve ever seen.
Many were the things Odysseus saw, we read in the first lines of the epic. And yet the sight of his six men snatched up by Scylla was in Odysseus’ eyes οἴκτιστος, “eliciting the greatest pity,” as Homer famously states. But why should this have caused him the most sorrow? An equal number of Odysseus’ men were eaten by Polyphemus as he watched, and many more were killed when the Laestrygonians trapped eleven of his ships in a harbor and picked off like fish in a barrel. And that’s not even to mention the decade-long war of Troy, with its thousands of grim battlefield deaths.
To my mind, the answer lies somewhere between the utilitarian construction of the trolley problem and its counterargument. Odysseus could not bring himself to accept the cold logic of Circe’s recommendation to sail alongside Scylla, thereby condemning six of his men to death. He can comfort himself with the knowledge that he did not follow her advice and so is not responsible for the deaths of the six men. So, the switch has been thrown in the train-yard, the trolley has run over fewer rather than more, and–according to a utilitarian argument–maximum happiness has been achieved. Homer, however, imagines the human cost of such a decision.

The Scylla Emblem, an ancient silver piece from Morgantina, Sicily. For more, see http://uvamagazine.org/articles/plunder
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Doug Seiters
The following is a talk I gave at the Sewanee Emeritus Association Annual Banquet in honor of Doug Seiters on Wednesday, April 15, 2009, at the old Sewanee Inn.
When Laurence Alvarez contacted me a few months ago asking me to deliver a
resolution in praise of J. Douglas Seiters, I was delighted, thinking to
myself, Well, this will be an easy way to get a free dinner. After all,
who is there in Sewanee who couldn’t deliver an encomium for Doug? Anyone
has worked with him will offer unsolicited praise form him. Anybody in
this room would do a creditable job, and one could easily walk down
University Avenue button-holing strangers in the street, all of whom would
attest that Doug is the very essence of what is best in our school and
community. Wasn’t it just a few months ago that the New York Times
featured a note in the Educational Supplement about the Sewanee tradition
of gown-wearing, and there on the World Wide Web for everyone to see was a
room full of students in a seminar studying Catullus, with Doug at the
head of the table. You look at that and think, What alma mater can boast
of a son who looks more like her?
Doug’s record of service to the University can hardly be overstated, and
one wonders whether there is anybody in Sewanee’s history to match it.
Were I simply to list the names of the committees, programs, departments,
ad hoc advisory groups, strategic planning sessions, and the like, which
Doug has chaired or served on, we could be here well into the morning, so
I will avoid doing that. To put it more simply, let us note that he has
routinely taken on and succeeded at the most challenging jobs at the
University of the South. Only a few years after his graduation from
Sewane (a period of time in which he taught at the Baylor School and
earned an MA at Florida State), Doug returned to the university to work in
the Admissions Office and teach in the Classical Languages Department.
From there, after finishing his doctorate at FSU, he was promoted to the
challenging position of Dean of Men, an office he held from 1975 to 1986.
It is interesting to see that to many of the local police he is still
known as “Dean Seiters” in recognition of his long service in that office.
(For his efforts in reforming various campus rogues during that time, we
all owe him a debt of gratitude, as I believe both the University’s
current Director of Development and its present Chaplain can uniquely
confirm.)
In more recent times, urgent circumstances have brought Doug back into the
Administration. Like Cincinnatus called from his plough to fight the
Aequians in 458 B.C., Doug was sought out by the University for its
highest offices. And so he acted as Assistant to the Vice-Chancellor
(from 1996 to 2000), as interim Provost (in 2001), and as interim Dean of
the College (in 2003-2004). During this latter stint as Dean, in fact,
Doug served not simply as the college’s chief academic officer with all
the duties pertaining to the job, but had also to find time to mentor a
fledgling junior colleague as the interim Chair of Classical Languages.
If the department did not come tumbling down like a house of cards during
that year, I know who is to thank.
I have to tell you, I recall the moment in the Easter term of 2003 very
well when Doug called me into his office. A few weeks earlier, Bill
Bonds–our brilliant, witty, and occasionally prickly colleague–had died,
and then only a short time later, Dean Tom Kazee had resigned to take a
job at Furman. Doug called me into his office, as I said, to tell me what
I already knew he was going to say, that the VC had asked him to serve as
interim dean.
“Are you ready to do it?” I asked.
“Well, that depends, “ he replied. “Are you ready to be the chair of
Classical Languages?” That part of the equation hadn’t occurred to me,
and I gave it a moment’s thought.
“I think so,” I said. He shook my hand in congratulations, and then
added, “You know, the Dean is very concerned about that open
position you haven’t filled in your department yet.”
All in all, these various tasks–provost, dean of men, dean of the
college–were ones that called not simply for competence but, even more
critically, for that quality which St. Benedict reminds us is most
important in a leader of a tight-knit community, discretion. It speaks
volumes that it was to Doug Seiters that Sewanee turned again and again
during such times when a steady hand and discreet tongue were needed. And
it speaks further volumes still that, of all the many posts he has held
over the years here, Doug speaks with greatest pride of his work directing
Sewanee’s Summer Scholars program, the forerunner of the present Bridge
Program, which brought disadvantaged inner-city high school students to
Sewanee as preparation for college-level work. That he continued to teach
full time during the entirety of the program’s five year run is surprising
only if we are not already familiar with his tremendous work ethic.
We may be certain that neither the high school students in the program nor
the students enrolled in his college classes were given anything but
Doug’s full consideration. His current students appreciate his
attentiveness to them, too, as we can easily deduce from a comment I have
read on the rear window of a comped senior’s car not so long ago, which
stated “We lift our lighters for Dr. Seiters.” On one of his more recent
evaluations I recall seeing a comment written in the inimitable dialect of
the undergraduate, which read simply, “Doug Rules!” And who can disagree?
As a colleague, as a teacher, as a scholar, as a community member, as a
friend, in all these ways and others, we are very much in the debt of this
most serviceable gentleman. And yet, like Cincinnatus, who when the war
was won took off his toga to return to his plough and fields, Doug is
about to take leave of us. We are grateful to him, of course, for all his
many kindnesses, and we are sad, too, though he has taught us by his own
example better than to mope.
Yet, for all our selfishness in not wanting him to go, we would not
begrudge him his time with Ann, who will herself leave Sewanee Elementary
School behind at the end of next month. I do not know who the female
equivalent of Cincinnatus is, but I suspect she would look a lot like Ann.
What a hole it will leave at the Domain’s other fine educational
institution when she goes. I will admit that I cannot help but wonder who
will sing “Happy Birthday, Dear Friends” to future generations of SES
students at Friday Assembly? Our community has been fortunate indeed to
have had two such splendid educators in its midst, and if they have been
an inspiration to us in the past on the way to conduct one’s self properly
and profitably in our community, so we will look to them in the future for
the model of a suitable retirement, whether they are jetting off to visit
grandchildren, enjoying their summers on the Long Island Sound, or
lounging side by side, hand-in-hand, on their back-porch overlooking Tim’s
Ford Lake. And I will think of them often as Ovid imagines a pair of
famous lovers in Book Eleven of the Metamorphoses:
Hic modo coniunctis spatiantur passibus ambo,
nunc praecedentem sequitur, nunc praevius anteit
Eurydicenque suam iam tuto respicit Orpheus.
Here they walk together with equal strides,
Now he follows her as she goes ahead, now he precedes her on their way
and Orpheus looks safely back upon his Eurydice.
Many thanks to all of you for this opportunity to speak with you, and many
thanks, Doug and Anne, for all you have done for me, my family, and for
Sewanee.
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