sort of, just passed me, said “Feminism is the 
sound of one hand clapping.” That was the end of 
that. These kind of put-down remarks—I got a few. 
More than my share I think.

But, but he was such a delightful fellow. And he 
was really, constantly—his mood was always 
elevated. I’ve never seen him even in an ordinary 
way. I don’t remember him being ordinary at any 
level at any time. He always was humorous and 
elevated. Sublime and ridiculous. Ridiculous, 
because he could be ridiculous. Ridiculous in a 
totally charming way, but ridiculous, you know. 
He’d burp. He’d burp all the time. And he’d come up