We Split A Bottle Of Norman Cider.

This Was 1954, Friends. The Girls' Dorm Was Off Limits. Even To Girls, I Think.

Fourteen Years In The Professor Dodge Has Taught Me That One Can Argue Ingeniously On Behalf Of Any Theory, Applied To Any Piece Of Literature. This Is Rarely Harmful, Because Normally No-one Reads Such Essays.

Coincidence Exists, But Believing In It Never Did Me Any Good.

I Needed To Find My Way To Write. I Need About Six Hours Of Uninterrupted Time In Order To Produce About Two Hours Of Writing, And When I Accepted That And Found The Way To Do It, Then I Was Able To Write.

I Got Thrown Out Of School Several Weeks In My Senior Year Being Caught In The Girls' Dorm. This Was 1954, Friends. The Girls' Dorm Was Off Limits. Even To Girls, I Think.