Good catch. It's too bad that PJ missed this. ('course I did too when I read his review.)
ML/NJ
I think he was more taken with the visual image hrc paints, along with her commentary on what it all meant to her:
One snowy night during my freshman year, Margaret Clapp, then President of the college, arrived unexpectedly at my dorm. . . . She came into the dining room and asked for volunteers to help her gently shake the snow off the branches of the surrounding trees so that they wouldn't break under the weight. We walked from tree to tree through knee-high snow under a clear sky filled with stars, led by a strong, intelligent woman alert to the surprises and vulnerabilities of nature. . . . I decided that night that I had found the place where I belonged.
No fair consulting Freud.