Once upon a time, I was sneaking into what I thought was an empty lecture hall at the University of Michigan, an hour before I was supposed to take a chemistry exam. I thought I could eat the sandwich in my bag, or look at my notes one more time, or cry with nobody seeing me (it was that kind of day). But there was a class going on in the big dark room, and a professor--an actual grown-up--talking seriously about Alice In Wonderland. It blew my head off, in a way I needed very badly at the time. I honor Eric Rabkin for that, despite his saying any number of foolish things before and since.