As some readers of this fine weekly will know, my family and I spent eleven wonderful years living and working in New Zealand. From 1993 to 2004 I was in the law faculty of the University of Otago in Dunedin, right down near the bottom of the south island. It was a superb law school and an excellent university – plus, the Australian university disease of managerialism run riot and top-down decision-making on steroids (by a coterie of vice-chancellors and deputy vice-chancellors who, in statistical terms, were second-rate academics themselves, if that, and almost all lefties) had yet to reach...