First Susan got engaged to an archeologist, who took her to excavate dinosaur bones in Tibet. At night in their double sleeping bag, while he catalogued her body parts, Suze discovered her inner Tibetan. Then she realized that he was a dinosaur, and she found herself a western river guide, who taught her to work the long oars on the deep green Colorado, while condors from California screamed overhead in the “high aerie” of the sky, as Whitman said, whose work she became something of an expert in when she dated the literature professor from Wisconsin. He was followed by the mathematician, who taught her the secrets of division, until she divided herself from him and went after the strong but sensitive fireman, who could not put out her fire. It seemed that she was enrolled in the University of Men and that she would remain a student forever, leaving one stunned dude after another floating in the current behind her. Now Susan has started the University of Women, to which only women are admitted, all of her professors having done extensive fieldwork in the University of Men, whom they fondly refer to, in the faculty room, in the long summer afternoons, as the boys.