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they are encouraged to call it, anticipating stardom.Nevertheless, a few have a touch of literary genius (thatnever dies out entirely), witness the obscene graffiti on themen's bathroom wall into which I strayed by accident thefirst day and saw, in large letters over one of the urinals,"Buck Sucks." Can this be true? I would put nothing past aman who traffics so promiscuously in love, not knowing thatit is hate alone which inspires us to action and makes forcivilization. Look at Juvenal, Pope, Billy Wilder. In thePosture class I was particularly struck by one of thestudents, a boy with a Polish name. He is tall with a greatdeal of sand-colored curly hair and sideburns; he has paleblue eyes with long black lashes and a curving mouth on theorder of the late Richard Cromwell, so satisfyingly torturedin Lives of a Bengal Lancer. From a certain unevenlyrounded thickness at the crotch of his blue jeans, it is safeto assume that he is marvelously hung. Unfortunately he ishot for an extremely pretty girl with long straight blonde hair(dyed), beautiful legs and breasts, reminiscent of LupeVelez. She is mentally retarded. When I asked her to riseshe did not recognize the word "rise" and so I had to askher "to get up" which she did understand. He is probablyjust as stupid but fortunately has the good sense not to talktoo much. When he does, however, he puts on a hillbillyaccent that is so authentic that I almost melt in my drawers."I thank we gawn git on mahty fahn, Miz Myra" were his firstwords to me after class as he looked down into myupturned face, confident of his masculine primacy. He was,in fact, so close to me that I could smell the most appetizing