He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke.

RN: You think you should not have gone? TN: Yeah, I think it was a bad one to do. It was a good idea, but we shouldn't have gone to the University of Maryland … It was the motliest crew you've ever seen. RN: Well, that's my view about going to the universities. Well, I hope it didn't bother you too much. TN: No, it didn't. It was just—I know, I was just embarrassed because the Chinese issued a complaint. RN: A complaint about what? TN: Oh, you know, that they were being rude to the chairman—they were insulting Chairman Mao. There was nothing we could do! It's a free country!

The potheads were either smoking or eating or giggling or some combination of the three. The heroin chics were nodding out.

(Father) told me I was a honyock, kissed my mother(...), and gave me a Dutch rub.