<p>first in a two-part series:</p>
<p><a href=“http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/12/nyregion/12spitzer.html?hp&ex=1160625600&en=df38c4a6150b692c&ei=5094&partner=homepage[/url]”>http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/12/nyregion/12spitzer.html?hp&ex=1160625600&en=df38c4a6150b692c&ei=5094&partner=homepage</a></p>
<p>His ambitions of going to Harvard were derailed when he was not accepted, so he went to Princeton instead. In an interview, his father also let forth a family secret: that his son had scored a perfect 1,600 on the SAT. Confronted with this, Mr. Spitzer winced, and conceded imperfection.</p>
<p>I think it was 1,590, he said, adding that his father must have confused the SAT with his perfect LSAT score.</p>
<p>At Princeton, he was very much the same precocious and confident child, elected president of the student body as a sophomore. </p>
<p>I remember I still bust his chops for this it was sophomore year and we were walking back to our dorm, Holder Hall, and he said, Thats a remarkable fenestration, said William Taylor, a college friend. And I had no idea what that meant. His father is a builder, so maybe thats a term of art. Yes, he has a very wide-ranging vocabulary. (Fenestration is, according to Merriam-Webster, the arrangement, proportioning, and design of windows and doors in a building.)</p>