Sunday, November 11, 2012

Pareto Efficiency

In St. Cecilia Chapel this morning, the Old Ivy Bach Chorale performs Bach's cantata BWV 21 Ich Hatte Viel Bekümmernis, which tranlates roughly to 'My Heart Was Deeply Troubled'. This longish cantata is actually intended for earlier in Trinity, but Mr. Mendelssohn thinks it appropriate in view of the election results.

Candy Whistlethorne sings the Soprano aria:
Seufzer, Tränen, Kummer, Not,
Ängstlichs Sehnen, Furcht und Tod
Nagen mein beklemmtes Herz,
Ich empfinde Jammer, Schmerz.
Which translates as:
Sighing, crying, sorrow, need,
Anxious yearning, fear and death
Gnaw at this my anguished heart,
I am filled with grieving, hurt.
One of the ringers sings the Tenor aria, and Zack sings the Bass aria, with his hand firmly on Candy's buttocks.
Mr. Puddleston of the Theology department delivers the inspirational message: 'When Your Heart Is Deeply Troubled, Take Solace In Liquor'.

Meanwhile, in Beauneville, the Blooms attend Sunday services at the Church of Nothing. The Young Virgins, Mary Bloom among them, dressed in their finest long white dresses sing 'We Are Virgins, Tra-La, Tra-La, Tra-La, Tra-Ley'. Mr. Flemm, the minister, delivers the Sunday sermon, which is much ado about Nothing.

Megan sleeps late. On awakening, she opens her secret journal and writes:
God, Henry is such a crashing bore. If I hear another word about accelerated depreciation or tax-loss carryforwards, I swear I shall throw up. Still, he looks like a good earner, and he's such an idiot I can marry him and carry on behind his back. He'll be off tax auditing and I'll be entertaining guests with my legs spread wide apart...
We pause the narrative momentarily to give Megan some privacy as she returns to her bed to take care of some private business.

A few minutes later, Megan returns to her diary.
Speaking of hot, that Mary Bloom sizzles. If I were a lesbian, I would totally want to tie her to a four poster bed and...
Megan's cell phone rings. It's Henry, calling to mooch a ride back to Old Ivy.

"Sure, Henry, I'll swing by around two. See you then." Megan hits the End key on her phone. Good, she thinks. Hook, line and sinker.

Back at Old Ivy, Roderick is working on a paper for the Political Economy discussion group. At Old Ivy, students are not assigned to write papers. Instead, they have the option to present papers to an assortment of informal discussion groups. There is no requirement to do so, but students who do not do so will be sorely pressed to meet the graduation requirement, which mandates that each student publish a major paper. (Music students may substitute a public recital for the publication; there are other exceptions as well, too numerous to detail here).

Roderick checks the Wikipedia entry on Pareto Efficiency, which is how economists describe the set of conditions under which it is impossible to make anyone better off without making others worse off. He's working on an essay where he plans to argue that since governments operate in a coercive framework, that no government policy can be Pareto efficient. This is a fancy-pants way to say that governments inevitably rob Peter to pay Paul, so if you want to do well it's better to throw in your lot with Paul than with Peter.

He pauses to look around the room. Kind of quiet tonight. Molly isn't able to come over this evening, she's rehearsing with Anna. No sign of Megan or Emily Scharf, either.

Hmmpf, thinks Roderick. I need more girlfriends.

There is a soft knock on the door. Roderick answers.

"Hi, Roderick, can I come in?" It's Betsy Whistler.