Chapter 19 - Old Carl Luce

The Wicker Bar is in the Seton hotel, in case you don’t know. I used to go there quite a lot but ive gradually cut it out. Its full of phonies. It was pretty crowded when I got there, I had a couple of Scotch and sodas before old Luce showed up.

Old Luce. What a guy. He was supposed to be my student advisor when I was at Whooton, but all he ever did was talk about sex, flits and lesbians. He knew every goddam flit and lesbian in the goddam states. Hes not bad old Luce, he quite phoney but hes not like the rest. I used to think he was abit flitty, I still liked him though.

Anyway we got talking, and ended up on the subject of sex. He always used to want to talk about it, but he seemed really sore when I wanted to talk about it. He seemed to have really grown up since I last saw him, what a goddam phoney. He said I need psychoanalyzing, like hell I do. I asked him if he’d ever been psychoanalyzed on account of his father and all. He said it was never necessary. He said he was leaving, so I asked him just to stay for one more drink. He wouldn’t thought, so off he went.