At a time when so many universities are flaunting themselves like brands — or, worse, like franchises — Princeton’s commitment to tradition serves it well. It serves the world well, too.
The fervor for American education — with a disturbing, and often naïve, reverence for an Ivy League degree — is arguably more intense in Beijing and Abu Dhabi than it is in Boston and Ann Arbor.
I suspect that few current students consider Campus a great loss; death comes quietly on the Street, with a few souls sitting by lamplight while parties down the block swing into full. Yet, Campus’ legacy should not depend on only the three years of memories held by current Princeton students.