remember that Charlie Weingartner, McLuhan and I 
shared a room together, which was great fun 
because Charlie and I had a chance to listen to 
McLuhan invent ideas and do his probes deep into 
the night. On that occasion his cigar was lit and 
the lights were off and it was two or three in the 
morning, and we finally had to ask him if he could 
stop and let us all get some sleep.

But I would say from roughly 1956 until he died, I 
took every opportunity I could find to listen to him 
speak and to have conversations with him. 
Although the word conversation here has to be 
explained: I don’t think I ever really did have a