Harvard Review: Admission
VOTED OFF THE ISLAND, that's how Ben described them. They were his cousins' cousins, a self-satisfied obstetrician who'd gone to Yale, her self-satisfied corporate lawyer husband, also from Yale, and their precocious, surely slated for Yale but somehow unable to get into a single Manhattan nursery school two-year-old daughter. We knew them from having attended a number of the same family gatherings over the years, weddings, bar mitzvahs, the occasional Friday night dinner, but now, well, now we wouldn't be seeing them quite as frequently. Now that they had been voted off Manhattan, they were decamping to Scarsdale.