The big U

This was the problem with Krupp. He assumed that everyone always said exactly what they thought. While this was true of him, it was rarely so with others. "Okay, sorry," said Sarah. "I agree. I just didn't make my point too well. I'm just hoping you'll take into account the practical aspects of the problem, such as how everyone's going to react. Some people say this is a blind spot of yours." This was a moderately daring thing for Sarah to say, but if she tried to mush around politely with Krupp, he would cut her to pieces.

 

"Sarah, it's obvious that people's reactions have to be accounted for. That's just horse sense. It's just that basic principles are far more important than a temporary political squabble in Student Government. To you, all those mono-maniacs and zombies seem more important than they are, and that's why we can't give you any financial authority. From my point of view I can see a much more complete picture of what is and isn't important, and one thing that isn't is a shouting match in that parody of a democratic institution that we call a government because we are all so idealistic in the university. What's important is principles."

 

Suddenly Sarah felt depressed; she sat limply back in her chair. For a while nothing was said-- Krupp was surprisingly sensitive to her mood.

 

"Student Government is just a sham, isn't it?" she asked, surprised by her own bitterness.

 

"What do you mean by that?"

 

"It has nothing to do with the real world. We don't make any real decisions. It's just a bunch of imaginary responsibilities to argue about and put down on our résumés."

 

Krupp thought it over. "It's kind of like a dude ranch. If you lose your dogies, there's someone there to round them up for you. But on the other hand, if you stand behind your horse you can still get wet. My Lord, Sarah, everything is real. There's no difference between the 'real' world and this one. The experience you're gaining is real. But it's true that the importance ascribed to Student Government is mostly imaginary."

 

"So what's the point?"

 

"The point is that we're here to go over this budget, and when I point out the warts, you tell me why they aren't warts. If you can justify them, you'll have a real effect on the budget." Krupp spread the pages of the budget out on the table, and Sarah saw alarming masses of red ink scrawled across them She felt like whipping out Casimir s graphs but she didn't have them with her and couldn't risk Krupp's seeing what she had seen.

 

"Now one item which caught my eye," said Krupp half an hour later, after Sarah had lost five arguments and won one, "was this money for this little group, Neutrino. I see they're wanting to build themselves a mass driver."

 

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?"

 

"Well," said Krupp patiently, "I didn't say there's anything wrong-- just hold on, let's not get adverserial yet. You see, we don't often use activities funds to back research projects. Generally these people apply for a grant through the usual channels. You see, first estimates of the cost of something like this are often wildly low, especially when made by young fellows who aren't quite on top of things yet. This thing is certain to come in over budget, so we'll either end up with a useless, half-completed heap of junk or a Neutrino floundering around in red ink. It seems kind of hasty and ill-considered to me, so I'm just recommending that we strike this item from the budget, have the folks who want to do this project do a complete, faculty-supervised study, then try to get themselves a grant."

 

Sarah sighed and stared at a small ornament on the teapot's handle, thinking it over.

 

"Don't tell me," said Krupp. "It's my blind spot again, right?" But he sounded humorous rather than sarcastic.

 

"There are several good reasons why you should pass this item. The main factor is the man who is heading the project. I know him, and he's quite experienced with this sort of thing in the real world. I know you don't like that term, President Krupp, but it's true. He's brilliant, knows a lot of practical electronics-- he had his own business-- and he's deeply committed to the success of this project."

 

"That's a good start. But I'm reluctant to see funds given to small "organizations with these charismatic, highly motivated leaders who have "pet projects, because that amounts to just a personal gift to the leader. "Broad interest in the funded activity is important." This is not a personal "vendetta. The plans were provided for the most part by Professor Sharon. The "organization is already putting together some of the electronics with their "own money." Professor Sharon. What an abominable thing that was." Krupp "stared into the light for a long time. "That was a load of rock salt in the "butt. If my damn Residence Life Relations staff wasn't tenured and unionized "I'd fire 'em, find the scum who did that and boot 'em onto the Turnpike. "However. We should resist the temptation to do something we wouldn't "otherwise do just because a peripherally involved figure has suffered. We all "revere Professor Sharon, but this project would not erase his tragedy."

 

"Well, I can only go on my gut feelings," said Sarah, "but I don't think what you've said applies. I'm pretty confident about this project."

 

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