In college, everybody knew that Stevie was the smartest guy around. He wowed them in the honors Shakespeare seminar, beat the math majors at their own game (eventually picking up a math degree of his own, just for the fun of it), and was outright brilliant in his chosen field, economics. By the time he was a senior, he had outstripped the undergraduate curriculum and was taking graduate courses under the tutelage of the previous year's Nobel Laureate.
And then, he quit. Abandoned all plans of becoming an economist, deciding instead between law school (Harvard, naturally) or an advanced degree in computer science (MIT, naturally). I asked him, why? He had been so excited about economics, since the first day as a callow, pimpled freshman. More  |