“Harvard Square could feel like a party on a warm night, full of energy and privilege and promise. Or it could seem like one of the bleakest places on earth – an icy, windswept rat maze where kids wasted their youth clawing over one another in a fatuous contest for credentials.”

“Harvard Square could feel like a party on a warm night, full of energy and privilege and promise. Or it could seem like one of the bleakest places on earth – an icy, windswept rat maze where kids wasted their youth clawing over one another in a fatuous contest for credentials.”

— Geraldine Brooks