Tuesday, May 17, 2011
After graduating from college in 1968, I like others leaving college that year lost my draft deferment. I remember that a friend and I took a bus from New York City to Rutland, VT, and from there hitchhiked to Middlebury to see a psychologist whose name, I seem to remember, perhaps mistakenly, was Rev. Hooker or Hook, for he was apparently also a minister of some kind. The idea was that the psychologist would evaluate us and write a letter saying that we were unfit for military service. Innocently, I did the drawing he requested and answered truthfully the questions he asked. Then he spoke: he would not write a letter, because I was "normal." Talk about amor fati. Isn't this Ozu's way: the normal eye, and the normal view?