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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...denunciations of the sexual proclivities and birth defects of his neighbors until the tutor who lived in the entry, a music grad student, made his way cautiously up the steps in bathrobe and-ascot. He may have even intended to say something until he saw the murderous intent in Bell's eyes. Then he slunk away back downstairs, and Bell continued his ravings, which he had stopped only for the time it took to stare the tutor down, for another 25 minutes. The tutor left for Europe the next week, Bell went back into read what Safire...
They were Bell: self-described sleep-eyes cowlicky, lanky, lefty country boy, Marxist from east Kentucky. He was ugly, but endearingly ugly, with black hair that flopped over his ears and into his eyes. He always looked wet, and fixin' to die from pleurisy and lung concer from the Lucky Strike that was always in the corner of his mouth. Like a big bedraggled hairy bassett hound, with great hazel eyes and a wet nose. He wore a coat he's finagled from the Freshman Coat Fund two winters ago, or a corduroy jacket he'd bought second-hand, levis...
...there was a good reason. Carlo's father, a leathery-faced Sicilian immigrant named Luigi--call him Lou--wanted his son to grow up to be a cultured gentleman, to smoke cigars and read good books. Lou knew a lot about Harvard, he had seen the picture of the bell tower on the glossy catalogue cover, had read every Louis Auchincloss novel, so he was sure it was a classy place. And he was shelling out 7000 bills a year so his son could absorb a little of that class. Carlo knew all that, and figured at least the housing...
...stayed confused after Carlo gave them a tour of the campus. Lou's taste in architecture was limited to red brick and lots of chimneys, and he had really loved the picture of the bell tower in the catalogue. He couldn't figure out why people thought it was so funny to spend a few million on a Science Center that looked like something the Inquiring Photographer might use. The Union dorms didn't do much for him either--the nicest building in the neighborhood, he concluded, was the Elk's Lodge across from Pennypacker. After meeting Larry...
...discussion. Lou had fought in World War II, and even if his side lost he still had a good eye for bunkers and pillboxes. The concrete flanks of firebase Mather looked painfully familiar, especially for the kind of money he was shelling out for the kid. Not a bell tower...