Dinner with Florence Green. The old babe is on a kick tonight: I want to go to some other try, she announces. Everyone wonders what this mean. But Florence says nothing more: no explanation, no elaboration, after a satisfied look around the table bang! she is asleep again. The girl at Florences right is new here and does not uand. I give her an ingratiating look (a look that says, "There is nothing to worry about, I will explaihing later in the privay quarters Kathleen"). Lentils vegetate in the depths of the fourth principal river of the world, the Ob, in Siberia, 3200 miles. We are talking about Quemoy and Matsu. "Its a matter of leading from strength. What is the stro possible move on our part? To deny them the islands even though the islands are worthless in themselves." Baskerville, a sophomore at the Famous Writers School iport, ecticut, which he attends with the object of being a famous writer, is making his excited he new girls boobies are like my secretarys knees, very promi and irritating. Florence began the evening by saying, grandly, "The upstairs bathroom leaks you know." What does Herman Kahn think about Quemoy and Matsu? I t remember, I t remember. . .
Oh Baskerville! you silly son of a bitch, how you bee a famous writer without first having worried about your life, is it the right kind of life, does it have the right people in it, is it going well? Instead you are beglamoured by J. D. Ratcliff. The smallest city in the Uates with a population over 100,000 is Santa Ana, California, where 100,350 citizele together in the Balboa blue Pacific evenings w about their lives. I am a young man but very brilliant, very ingratiating, I adopt this ingratiating tone because I t help myself (for fear of b you). I edit with my left hand a small magazine, very scholarly, very brilliant, called The Journal of Tensioion (social-psychological studies, learned disputatioers-to-the-editor, ay in rats). Isnt that distasteful? Certainly it is distasteful but if Florence Green takes her moo another try who will pay the printer? answer me that. From an article in The Journal of Tensioion: "One source of in the classiter between patient and psyalyst is the patients fear of b the doctor." The doctor no doubt is also w about his life, unfolding with ten minutes between hours to smoke a cigarette in and wash his hands in. Reader, you who have already been told more than you want to know about the river Ob, 3200 miles long, in Siberia, we have roles to play, thou and I: you are the doctor (washing your hands between hours), and I, I am, I think, the nervous dreary patient. I am free associating, brilliantly, brilliantly, to put you into the problem. Or for fear of b you: which? The Journal of Tensioion is ed with everything from global tensions (drums along the Ob) to interpersonal relations (Baskerville and the new girl). There is, we feel, too much tension in the world, I myself am a perfect example, my stomach is like a ched fist. Notice the ingratiating tone here? the only way I relax it, I refer to the stomach, is by introdug quarts of Fleisns Gin. Fleisns I have found is a magnifit source of tensioion, I favor the establishment of fort stations providing free Fleisns on every street er of the city of Santa Ana, California, and all other cities. Be serious, t you?
The new girl is a thin thichy girl with a big chest looming over the gazpacho and black holes around her eyes that are very promising. Surely when she opens her mou