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Show 368 when he ignored the ticket he was going to get, and walked up to campus to try the university's personnel office. He thought of ways he could be reckless there. He could apply for the job of chancellor. He could apply for a job as a male model in the art department and scandalize anyone he used to know who was still around. Actually he was hoping to run into somebody he used to know who would offer to buy him a hamburger. He passed several students on the quad outside the administration building who were on the verge of looking familiar, but then they would move and become strangers with strange faces. He filled out various forms in the personnel office, including a loyalty oath, and left them with the secretary, and then went to the counselling office on the third floor to see if Marty McBride still worked there as receptionist and might feel like buying him a hamburger after work. An unpleasant woman in her forties with lavender highlights in her hair sat behind the desk where Lorin had used to sign in. She had never heard of Marty McBride. He wondered if his old counsellor, Dr. Palmer, were in by any chance. He would have to make an appointment, she said. Lorin tried to look thoughtful, as though combing through his own schedule for a free hour. He thought he had better come back another time, he said at last. She nodded and flipped the appointment book closed. Actually, he had not been able to think how to ask Dr. Palmer to buy him a hamburger, and he was not sure Dr. Palmer would remember him anyway. Back out on the grassy quadrangle in front of Schoenberg Hall he thought about going over to the art building for the sake of touching old bases, smelling the familiar smells of linseed oil and turpentine, that sort of thing, and seeing if someone like Harry, say, were still around and would buy him a hamburger. But then he decided he would look conspicuous dressed the way he was, and he dreaded the thought of brushing against a |