Invision

I suppose my fascination with the book was its comparative relevance to my concept of the watcher. I sung its praises. The Professor decided to teach it in one of his college courses. I was somewhat flattered. But not for long. He had to back out half way through. Students asked questions. He didn't understand it. He couldn't give them answers. I suppose I tried to explain it but to no avail. He had to bail.

Ford was a prince and he and the Professor had opposite class backgrounds. Ford was an artist also, eventually later becoming an art teacher, and we agreed on most things. He was real and no nonsense, accept he had to wear his expensive boots as an identity badge. That's why he was a prince and I got a good study, meaning I learned a lot from him. In fact I learned a lot from all these people. They were my gurus, and I discovered I needn't journey to the ends of the earth in search of knowledge. It was right in front of me.

I never liked the god Pan. There had been too many of them running around in the Haight, with their guitars and flutes, performing in Hippie garb. I really didn't get along with them. They were party people. I was not. Party was my teenage years which got me nowhere. All now was serious. Doing weed was work. I never used it to party even when I was at parties. Maybe they could also be called song and dance men. They certainly had the most followers. They could be famous and a lot of them were, as the rock and roll stars of the time.

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