Indeed, it is very much to the point and, in a way, rather poignant to ask undergraduates at Duke just who they have for heroes now—who are the people they particularly admire, people they would consider worthy of profound respect or even emulation by their generation. The answer is no one. There are no heroes at all. Not Bobby Kennedy or Bob Dylan or the Beatles or Albert Camus or J. D. Salinger or Carl Yastrzemski or Stokely Carmichael or General Westmoreland or Timothy Leary or President Knight or Charlie Brown or Moshe Dayan. Not even Vic Bubas. And the fact is that even if Duke were not in North Carolina, and even if it were in the Ivy League, that void might still exist. For the Timid Generation does not reside at Duke alone.