'Yes, of course. Fine . . . After all, they're sure to accept you.''
Why? I thought. Because I'm clever and successful? Or because I'm the son of Oliver Barrett the Third?
The meal was as uninteresting as the conversation. At last my father spoke again.
'There's always the Peace Corps,' he said suddenly. 'I think the Peace Corps is a fine thing, don't you?' 'Oh, yes, sir,' I said politely. I knew nothing about the Peace Corps. 'What do your friends at Harvard think about the Peace Corps?' he asked. 'Do they feel that the Peace Corps is important in our world today?' 'Yes, sir,' I said politely, just to please him.