"There's a ghost in the girls' bathroom" my daughter informed me with a serious face yesterday. She attends the same elementary school I did, in a building that dates from 1895. "Stall 14", she said. "It's there for sure." A metaphor, perhaps, for the idea that the buildings form us long after their guiding principles have died? I can't say I remember the ghost, but we agreed that the bathroom window contains a small hole through which boys can peek from the schoolyard.