By Marguerite Richards
The University of California at Berkeley has been known to exert a sort of mythical power over people, and I am one of them. The first time I visited, I arrived on a holiday, at night, the campus empty. Even in the darkness, I was overcome by the impressive Beaux-Arts architecture, and felt the presence of great thinkers, inspiring professors, and burgeoning authors. It was a palpable tug.