And Then, When I Left

And Then, When I Left Princeton In The Middle Of My Sophomore Year, I Went Into The Navy.

I Also Had This Mistaken Dream, Fantasy Really - Perhaps Because I'm Good At Languages - Of Being Able In Both Italy And France To Become Someone Else Through My Fluency In The Language.

I Left Princeton, But I Graduated Harvard, In 1952.

I'd Been Brought Up On The Upper East Side In A Wasp Society, Which Was Death On Crutches.

What I Said About John Was That He Liberated Me From My Anxieties About Writing In A Correct, Acceptable Way.