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impassive. The men are clean-cut and
athletic; they look like people who expect
to be in charge, but in a friendly,
Eagle Scout sort of way. I have the feeling
that if you asked one of them for
driving directions, he’d greet you with
a can-do smile and throw himself into
the task of helping you to your destination—whether
or not he knew the way.
I sit down next to a couple of students
who are in the middle of planning
a road trip—HBS students are
forever coordinating pub crawls and
parties, or describing an extreme-travel
junket they’ve just come back from.
When they ask what brings me to campus,
I say that I’m conducting interviews
for a book about introversion and
extroversion. I don’t tell them that a
friend of mine, himself an HBS grad,
once called the place the “Spiritual
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