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Show DS/ Co-op, and with both men and women living in it, theoretically on different floors. And one of the best things about it was that it had a long, long waiting list. I was ready to wait months to get in, years, as long as it was QK. with *£w. "If you don't mind doing the cooking and cleaning," she said. "I don't at all." "Good proof you aren't a male chauvinist. Well, O^K/, roomie." "You don't think John will care?" "It's my decision, not his." I liked her independence, I liked my life. The housework wasn't much and I had great, fine stretches of solitude. I probably should have gone back to school for spring quarter but I was so tired of switching majors, of wandering tf^without direction through academia, that I hadn't. Instead I got books from the library, bought others, and read and read, more reading than I had ever done before, reading only what I wanted to read, hundreds of books that winter and spring. Part of it was plays and some of the plays were those I had acted in. For the first time I got a view of the whole rather than theymyopic one of fAt part I'd played, and now I wondered about some of the directors' decisions. I thought I could have made better ones, or could now. « § * picked up books I had gone through and read them too and we talked about them. She knew what she liked. I also got into drama criticism and into theory from Aristotle on, and from the remove of thought I saw a whole country I could explore. I was happy that spring, exploring it. I began to dream again. Mostly in^he evenings I stayed home alone, though sometimes & 5 & was there, and often on weekends we saw Ben and Amelia for a film or to drink beer at the U.T. We traded dinners with them, Ben and I usually eating too much and then lying groaning on the rug. On one night he couldn't lie still. "You two doing anything next Saturday afternoon?" he asked fetaa and me. |