Dear 2026 graduates,
You can’t see me, of course, but you should know that I’m an old guy. Now and again, two lines from T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” bring a smile, the ones in which he says, “I grow old ... I grow old .../ I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.” So far, I’ve felt no inclination to roll up my trousers, but I have grown old. We’ll come back to Prufrock directly.





