The New Yorker: Shouts and Murmurs

The New Yorker: Shouts and Murmurs: "I am not one to say, %u201COmigod, like poor me,%u201D despite the fact that my dad would on numerable occasions drink an entire bottle of raspberry cordial and try to run Mamma over with the combine harvester. That is %u201CStinkin%u2019 Thinkin%u2019.%u201D As the Danish composer Frederick Nietzche declared, %u201CThat which does not kill me makes me longer.%u201D This was certainly true of Mamma, especially after being run over.
Finally, what do I bring to the college experience? As President Kennedy observed in his second inaugural, %u201CAsk not what your country can do to you. Ask, what can you do to your country.%u201D"