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Show 169 and chair, and two square feet of space left over. It also had roaches and spiders, no rats. One window, northern, about 8 x 12 inches, and at high noon on a clear day a little dim musty light filtered in. As good as a garret; just what I was looking for. I kept my books in orange crates and read day and night so I could take the entrance tests at the U. and prove I was an intellectual. I was either going to major in psychology and change people, or in sociology and change the world. I was already working on myself. Noting the tragedy that men and women can so seldom be friends without getting into the sex mess, I was changing my whole way of thinking and feeling so that I could be friends with women the same way I was with men, sharing ideas and enthusiasms and comraderie. I felt very mature about it-so much so that when Ez Posner asked me to read for a play with the University Players I told him I didn't think so, that acting was much too frivolous and trivial. "Korzybski says all actors are immature," I said. I certainly didn't want to behave childishly in public. "Well how about that? But we're just amateurs, Aby. It's just a game. Do you think it's OK to play games? In our leisure time, of course. You think Korzybski would approve of that? And the plays are great literature, you know. Or is great literature immature too? Of course, this isn't the original Antigone but Anouilh's version was_ produced in Paris during the Nazi occupation. An attack on tyranny. But maybe that's immature too. What do you think, Aby?" "Hmmmm." "It's better than watching football." "I guess so." Chicago had no football team anyhow. Heavy set and balding, as well as a fine actor, Ez got the role of Creon. |