Nick strips naked in the quadrangle when it starts to snow. It beckons him…invites him to communion. Come away from classes and lectures, from fatherly expectations of power and dishonesty. He slowly discards everything that conveys orders and rules. Off goes the striped Ralph Lauren shirt, khaki pants, clothes that convey calculated confidence. He lies in the snow cool flakes, feels a chill…soothing, so inviting. He rubs snow over his body and feels a tenderness. He imagines his teachers, his father shocked and laughs, naked and light in the falling snow.