Assignments are communal, students mark their own work and write novels instead of theses. Maoists prowl and scowl, dreaming of the glory days of May '68. I yearn for the social sanity of my youth. Massey 1984 New Zealand is a feistier place than the one I left in the mid-1960s. The Social Work Department is divided between neo-Marxists and the God Squad.
Feminists debate the ethics of taking direct action against alleged rapists.
I only half-listen to the argument. I'm more concerned about why students aren't enrolling for my exciting new course on the 19th century novel. Forty years on, and the wheel has come full circle. Oh, on the surface everything is different. A market consensus has replaced the welfare one.