"For instance a few years ago Fulbright called us. asking for a study to prove that if the U.S. got out of Vietnam, China would invade within two weeks. We told him that we weren't sure that anyone would be interested in doing the research: and that we couldn't predict that we could prove what he wanted. He said. "The Senate won't be very happy, 'and hung up."

The group laughed. "Why don't you come to lunch?" someone asked. I looked at Howard. After all that's what we had come for. "We're not exactly dressed for the occasion," he said.

But we sat down to jellied bullion, chicken, and wild rice. We discussed whether the working man really wanted a Marxist state, whether the Cuban revolution would succeed, whether bombing IBM would sway the moderates to the right or left, Then the talk shifted back to the morning's demonstration.

"I can't see that it achieved anything," an Englishman said. "Nobody here understood the purpose, and we didn't get a chance to talk to any radicals about their specific complaints. Actually, the whole thing was rather juvenile."

"Your view of achievement is totally different from theirs," Howard flashed back. "They were trying to shake the committee up. not cope with CFIA bureaucracy. You deal with problems on an intellectual, statistical level here; you try to figure everything out on paper. They're not convinced that that's achieving anything, either. And you use 'juvenile' disparagingly. What's wrong with being juvenile?"

The table was silent. The man next to Howard smiled. Lunch was breaking up.

As we walked down Divinity Avenue, a green MG drove by and one of the professors waved and honked. "What do you say we forget about politics and participate in the cultural revolution this afternoon?" Flip said. It seemed the only thing to do.