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Strider and the prince plummet to their fates in parallel lines. The animal prince in Strider is flogged into the ground in a vain chase after Serpuhofsky's faithless mistress (Burrell transformed into a heart wrecker of a woman). Strider ends in the knacker's yard awaiting the knife. Serpuhofsky, too tipsy to stand up, a prince turned slave, a man who once commanded 2 million rubles, ends up trying to cadge a thousand from an arriviste. In a moment of extreme poignance, the prince spies Strider. He remembers him and yet refuses to recognize him. Time...
...sick and tired of long and tedious conversations in the backseat of my 1965 Mustang during which I tried (usually in vain) to convince some sweet Delta plantation princess that it was irrational for two healthy, mature adults to deny themselves the God-given pleasures of sexual play. I figured that anybody intelligent enough to get into Harvard would not let something as puerile as religious convictions prevent her from living a normal adult life. Sure, I wrote the perfunctory essay about how I was going to use my Harvard education for the benefit of mankind, or, at least...
After that, I stayed out of the room. I auditioned in vain for plays, trying to regain the cameraderie of my old theater group. But I got rejected again and again, and I finally took refuge in libraries, trying to study my way out of my depression and loneliness. In this morass, I clung to the one human and intellectual contact of that first semester: a freshman seminar on China taught by a man who honestly cared not only about our intellectual development, but also about our personal adjustments to Harvard...
Keep hiking down Mass Ave and you'll reach MIT, which resembles a prestigious center of technological education and research. Actually, unless you're despondent because you chose Harvard and now yearn in vain for the chance to make rocket fuel, this area is boring...
After that, I stayed out of the room. I auditioned in vain for plays, trying to regain the cameraderie of my old theater group. But I got rejected again and again, and I finally took refuge in libraries, trying to study my way out of my depression and loneliness. In this morass, I clung to the one human and intellectual contact of that first semester: a freshman seminar on China taught by a man who honestly cared not only about our intellectual development, but also about our personal adjustments to Harvard...