I Think At This Stage In My

Very Few Of My Books Are About Who Stole The Maltese Falcon

Well, You Give Me Too Much Credit For Foresight And Planning. I Haven't Got A Clue What The Hell I'm Doing.

It's Tempting To Say The Ph.d. Didn't Have An Effect, But It's Not So. I Think Whatever Resonance I May Be Able To Achieve Is In Part Simply From The Amount Of Reading And Learning That I Acquired Along The Way

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

Joan Organizes Our Social Life, And On Weekends I Follow Her Around.