I walked the campus of University College Cork this week. Some of the buildings, made of stone, have the feel of the ancient, but UGA’s Old College predates them all, I think. UCC, as it’s called here, opened in 1845. I walked through the main gate, flanked on the right by a branch of the River Lee, which was moving swiftly but serenely past me, a mallard pair flying low over the water. Some students were about, but the main areas were far from crowded, and I enjoyed a meandering stroll, free of the concerns that would have preoccupied me during my years on the UGA faculty.