Live like him!

In the fall of 1967, grass went for about $15 per ounce in Cambridge. In the spring of 1971, the going price was $15 per ounce. There were some fluctuations over the four years-but inflation only really hit home at the Coop.

"Has my mind been destroyed?" he asked, fingering a Q-Tip.

"Well, your Marxist critique is all fucked up," she said, fingering his fly.

There was snow and there was snow and there was more snow. Ali McGraw and Ryan O'Neal were able to romp in it, but everyone else had to make do keeping their eyes open for dog shit.

The two friends had stayed up all night studying for an exam, sampled eggs together at dawn in Lowell House, traded Monarch Notes with each other.

A year later they just told each other on the phone what someone else had said the trots were about-and didn't worry about it too much.

"Yes I was crazy, yes I wanted to be a Weatherman, yes I wanted to commit suicide . . . and I'm going to Law School."

She used to swim every day, she used to say no to the hash pipe for she claimed to "get high on life," she used to let people cry on her shoulder. Then she discovered analysis.

Doris wanted to hit Peter. Oh, he could understand equal pay for equal work and equal admittance to Harvard. But she had asked him to sleep with her , and it was entirely possible that she wanted equal orgasms. He left the room.

He did not get out of bed during junior year, except for an occasional meal or movie. He is graduating with honors and wouldn't mind getting a job as an undertaker for the summer.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," he answered.

He put on Dylan and they made love again.

"I want to be a doctor," he said.