Tommy Noonan

            On Wednesday after midnight I did my usual search for bedbugs and found none. So far there's only been one sick one that I've seen since pest control came a week ago. 

            My right arm hurt a lot this morning but it didn't affect my flexibility. 

            I published "La java des chaussettes à clous" (The Tap dance of the Hobnail Boots) by Boris Vian on Christian's Translations. 

            I memorized the third chorus of "U.S.S.R / U.S.A." There's just one verse left to nail down and I should have it done tomorrow. It might take a long time to work out the chords though because it seems like a complicated melody. 

            I tried to log on to my Shakespeare Zoom lecture twenty minutes early but when I clicked on Quercus from the U of T website I kept on getting either an error message or more frequently a "site unavailable" message up until five minutes before class. Then it took quite a while for the meeting to open and by then I was three minutes late. 

            Professor Lopez was talking about our perspective as readers in history. There is an automatic temptation to refer our interpretation of Shakespeare to history. It's the 16th Century and we are willing to be taken along. The social conventions are different and there are rigid heirarchies. Can we take for granted the resolution as a resolution? Reading is a historical activity. Human relationships were just as complex in that time. 

            The Comedy of Errors is a trivial artefact but it represents relations between humans in three dimensions. Shakepeare is interested in human relationships. 

            Things don't add up in the play. There are numerical intricacies. 

            In 1.1 Aegean is told that because of conflict between Ephesus and Syracuse he must pay 1000 marks for tresspassing or else be put to death. 1000 marks is a round theatrical sum and so we might as well say it is $1000. Aegean is given a day to find the money. Antipholus of Syracuse says to his slave Dromio of Syracuse, take this $1000 to our hotel. It is a clear dramatic signal. Since Aegean needs $1000 and Antipholus has $1000 we may think at this point that the money will make its way to Aegean and save his life. The mechanics are in place for that to occur but it does not correspond mathematically. At the end it is Antipholus of Ephesus that pays the life saving fine even though Antipholus of Syracuse has the money and is the son whom Aegean raised. The $1000 is mentioned in 1.1 and 1.2. In 5.1.386 all mistakes are clear to Antipholus of Syracuse but it is Antipholus of Ephesus who provides the money to pay his father's fine. It does not add up. Then the duke says there will be no fine after all and so the money is not needed after all. There is no answer to this math problem and there is no mathematical cancelling out. 

            On the timeline of the play. In 1.1.124f the youngest twin after 18 years from the shipwreck became inquisitive and went to find his brother. Antipholus spends five summers roaming through the boundaries of Asia, so now it has been 23 years. Aegean does not go looking for his son right away. How long did he wait? In 5.1.310 when Aegean encounters Antopholus of Ephesus and thinks he is the son he raised he says it has been 7 years since he last saw him. That means he waited for 2 years. So now it's been 25 years since the beginning. Shakespeare is specific and the historical span is defined by the numbers he troubles to give in the play. In 5.1.410 Aemilia has a different understanding of the time span and says it has been 33 years. Aemilia and Aegean diverge by eight years. It does not add up. It is possible there is a mistake. But the inconsistency of time is of a piece with the inconsistency of money, so it may be deliberate. 

            There is a strong interest in everything coming together but the joined whole does not fit in the end. It is not just a matter of forensics. There is a whole disposition on the part of the author on the parts of the whole. But the unified whole is greater and less than the sum of its parts. Figurative math.

            Matched pairs: 

            Antipholus of Syracuse and Antipholus of Ephesus. When they meet in the end there is only indirect communication through Adriana, hinting at a sibling rivalry. 

            Dromio of Syracuse and Dromio of Ephesus are more similar in that they are both slaves. They are hand in hand in the end but their solidarity is uneven because one is engaged and so Nell will become the other's sister in the future. They express a mutual fantasy of precedence and social leveling.

            Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse. 

            Antipholus of Ephesus and Dromio of Ephesus. 

            Adriana and Luciana echo the other sibling pair but they are not twins. They are also different in attitude. Adriana is married but not submissive while Luciana, even though unmarried claims she would be an obedient wife. 

            Aegean and Aemilia do not know they are matched until the end. 

            Antipholus of Ephesus and Aedriana are matched in marriage although antagonistic. She believes that to be married is to be of one flesh. They come together in the end but it does not smooth the tensions. They are reunited in a bad marriage. 

            Antipholus of Syracuse wants to be matched with Luciana. When she thinks he is her sister's Antipholus she is not interested. When she knows he is not she is silent on the matter. He indirectly proposes in the end but she does not answer. It does not add up. 

            Dromio of Ephesus is engaged to Nell the kitchen maid. 

            With Antipholus of Syracuse and Luciana she is reluctant; with Dromio of Ephesus and Nell he is reluctant. The genders are inverted. 

            I asked if the Courtesan is part of a matched pair with either of the Antipholi. He answers that she is an independent actor but he will talk about her more on Monday. 

            All of the pairs are kept separate and then mixed up. There are similarities and differences in each pair. Playwrights played with coordinating pairs in this way a lot at that time. It generates the gravitational pull of the ending. It is like the musical effect of suspension and resolution from discord to harmony. 

            Aegean and Aemilia's reunion is laconic. Relations between husbands and wives are hard to define. 

            Both of the Antipholi beat their slaves. 

            The Courtesan is sexually single.

            I weighed 88.9 kilos before lunch. I had crackers and five year old cheddar with a glass of limeade. 

            I weighed 88.7 at 18:10. 

            In the afternoon it was raining and so I didn't take a bike ride. Instead I did some exercises while listening to some YouTube videos of the Comedy of Errors. One of them summarized the play in seven minutes. The other was the film of an amateur Shakespeare in the Park production in Los Angeles. I just took in the first part of the live play but it was confusing because they had more than one actor playing Aegean. 

            I typed my Shakespeare lecture notes and was finished before 19:00. I finished reading Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave. I was surprised that I'd reached the end because the e-book that I have is 605 pages long while the narrative is finished before page 300. Following that are reviews of the work. There is however the refutation of Douglass's authenticity by a neighbouring slave owner named Thompson who knew Douglas when he was a slave. After that is Douglass's response to the refutation and so I'm reading that. 

            I made pizza on naan with Napolese sauce, a cut up steak and extra old cheddar. I had it with a beer while watching the first episode of the fourth season of Gomer Pyle. 

            In this story Aunt Bee comes to visit Gomer and wants to take him for dinner in town. But Gomer can't leave the base because he's on barracks duty and must clean the barracks while the other men are on Sunday liberty. Bee wants to hang out with Gomer while he works and Gomer somehow concludes that would be all right. But once she's there she insists on taking over. She wonders why the Marines don't hire a woman to come in once a week to clean up. She sends Gomer to the mess hall to get vinegar for cleaning the windows. Sergeant Carter walks by and sees Bee mopping the barracks floor. As gently as possible he directs Bee to a waiting area but while she's walking away she hears Carter yelling at Gomer. Carter sends her away again and then punishes Gomer for letting a civilian woman into the barracks. Bee wanders back and finds Gomer pointlessly moving a pile of dirt back and forth. Carter sends Bee to the gate where a radio host named Johnny Clark is interviewing visitors to Camp Henderson. The colonel hears Bee on the radio complaining about Carter and the sergeant gets in trouble. The radio announcer also has a TV show and invites Bee to be interviewed the next night. Before Bee's TV appearance Carter tries to be nice. Bee comes to visit and he's staying gentle and polite but then Gomer allows himself to be hit in the head with a mock grenade when he stops to wave at Bee. Carter finally refuses to be nice and blows up at Gomer. Bee is shocked but Gomer has a talk with her and so when she appears on the TV show she no longer complains about Carter's behaviour and says that Gomer explained that Carter's kind of roughness is necessary to build good Marines. 

            Johnny Clark was played by Tommy Noonan in the final performance before his death. He started out on Broadway and then moved out to Hollywood. He formed a comedy team with Peter Marshall and they became Noonan and Marshall. They had some sucess in clubs and on TV, appearing on Ed Sullivan's Toast of the Town. They did a few movies together and then Noonan co starred in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and A Star Is Born. It was raining hard and the leak from the upper frame of my living room window was getting worse, despite my having told the landlord a couple of weeks ago that he hadn't fixed it as he believed. Either he didn't repair the roof or he repaired it in the same ineffectual way as before. Water was splashing from the window ledge onto the floor in front of the window and I had to use several paper towels to wipe it up. Finally I laid a bathmat on the floor and another one on the ledge to absorb the dripping. I couldn't put a bucket under it because it wouldn't fit on the ledge.

September 23, 1991: Somebody squealed that I was late for work and I was docked two hours

Thirty years ago today 

            I woke up at 7:15 on Monday when I should have gotten up at at 6:00. I was definitely going to be an hour late for work. I tried to call along the way but all the buses and trains came before I could use the phone. I arrived at the job site when there was ten minutes of work left to do. Somebody squealed and I was docked two hours.  

            I went to my place and swept all the floors. I masturbated and after that tried to reach the Tenants Federation about my eviction notice but there was no answer.

            I tried to find out how I could get whomever ripped me off for the $30 by mail but apparently it was a foolproof scam. The only thing I could have done would be to hang around the postal station and watch for whoever opened that box. 

            I went back to Nancy's and watched TV while working on a collage.

Aaron Ruben

            On Tuesday just before 1:00 I did my usual search for bedbugs and found none. I've seen four live ones in three weeks. I finished editing "La java des chaussettes à clous" (The Tap dance of the Hobnail Boots) by Boris Vian in Christian's Translations and now all I have to do is post a video for it and I should have it published on the blog tomorrow. 

            I memorized the second verse of "U.S.S.R. / U.S.A." by Serge Gainsbourg and worked on revising my translation of the last verse. 

            I weighed 89.4 kilos before breakfast. 

            Just before 10:00 I logged on for my US Literature Zoom lecture. 

            Next week our classes will probably be in person. 

            She said informed participation in lectures is not required but welcomed. We are only required to participate during tutorials. 

            She warned us that it's impossible to talk about slavery without looking at violent material.

            She repeated her preference that students only use the chat when we are invited to make comments. 

            Frederick Douglas is said to have been the most photographed person of the 19th Century. He was certainly more photographed than Abraham Lincoln. He wanted to be photographed because it was part of his project of anti racist representation. He wanted to circulate how his image did not conform to stereotype. 

            Last week we looked at collectively authored documents and speech acts. But Douglass brings forward the importance of the individual at the expense of a more complex social understanding. Can anyone be an individual who is not a white male property owner? 

            This is an introduction to US Literature and so we are not covering everything. 

            Douglass escaped slavery around the age of twenty and became a famous Abolitionist orator. He started a newspaper called the North Star and wrote and rewrote his autobiography. 

            We need the 1845 text. That's what I have in e-book form. His book is central to the canon of US literature. 

            After he escaped and became a lecturer he was still not legally free. He had revealed his whereabouts in print and put himself in danger. He was purchased by two sisters in England for $700 and then liberated. His first public speech was in Nantucket. 

            He was a protegee of William Lloyd Garrison, who wrote the preface. Garrison was one of two people who published authenticating materials of Douglass's narrative. Douglass broke with Garrison because he objected to white expectations of him and being told to leave the philosophizing to white speakers. He was asked simply be an example of and to provide evidence for the slave suffering. They didn't want him to be too eloquent. Douglass emphasized doubleness in that he was suffering but could represent himself. 

            "My feet have been so cracked with frost I could put my pen inside." 

            He was a perlocutionary force, successfully motivating for abolition through oratorial persuasion. 

            By the time of the first Cambridge History of Literature Douglass was only briefly mentioned. In the Literary History of the United States he is not mentioned at all. Why did he disappear from the canon? Because of formalism and new criticism. The rise of formal literary study established proper literary objectives that did not include the slave narrative. He was rediscovered during the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960s. 

            She showed a quote from Donald Trump in 2017 in which Trump refers to Douglass in the present tense as if he were still alive and says he's doing great things and will continue to do so. 

            The title Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave is composed to serve its claim to authenticity. "Written by Himself" is necessarily added. His signature under his photograph also serves that purpose. It posits singularity but also renders him generic. 

            United States of Americanness and enslavement. "American slave" is an oxymoron. If the United States of America signifies individuality what does it mean to be an American slave? 

            It was illegal for slaves to testify. He has to assert he is a subject. For his narrative to be authentic it had to be prefaced by white abolitionists. Not being able to authenticate himself undermines his authority. No testimony on the part of coloured witnesses could convict a white person. They were considered as incompetent as brutes. She reminds us of the slave petition from last week in which they refer to themselves as being rendered as beasts. Animalization was one of the conditions of slavery according to Douglass. 

           It was technically illegal for a slave owner to kill his slave but conviction required the testimony of white witnesses because coloured witnesses were considered to have no credibility. Africans were not considered to be rational and reason was a sign of divinity. Pro slavery advocates argued that slaves benefited from patriarchy. Writing was a sign of reason that seperated the animal from the human. So an authentic slave narrative produces a slave's humanity. The peculiar paradox was that the institution of slavery made it illegal to teach slaves to read and write. If they were not capable of reading then why make it illegal? There were no laws against teaching horses to read. 

            After Douglass's narrative was published a neighbour of Douglass's former master came forward to declare that he knew Douglass when he was a slave and he was not capable of having written such a book. Douglass responded that the neighbour was correct that he couldn't have written it at that time.

            Kinship and natal alienation. Douglass's mother travelled at night and took a risk to lie with and comfort him. A slave narrative is missing the origins that come with an autobiography. He did not know his birthday but chose February 14 because his mother called him her Valentine. It is a testimony to his mother's love. He refused to be interested in his father. Slavery worked systematically to deprive slaves of relations but it was not always successful. The slaves reinvented kinship. Orlando Patterson wrote on natal alienation, slavery and social death. To be a slave is to be deprived of ancestors and heirs. 

            We took a five minute break. 

            Everyone turns off their webcam video during the break but me. I wonder if there is some sort of convention that I don't know about. I can't find anything about it online. 

            After the break we looked at Frances Harper, continuing on the subject of natal alienation. She was the child of free parents and grew up to be a feminist, an abolitionist and a poet. She wrote responses to Uncle Tom's Cabin and the 1850 slave act. Her poem "Slave Mother" was meant to stir Abolitionists. It directly addresses and calls on the reader. The addressee does not have access to the interiority of the mother. How can a mother's child not be hers? The Biblical imagery is not separable but separated. 

            The final line of stanza 8 asks, "Oh Father! Must they part?" 

            I said the addressing of a real or imagined divine Father emphasizes that there is no father to address on Earth. 

            In the 19th Century the ideal family was headed by a patriarch. To have a father is a privilege. There should be a patriarchal authority here but there is none that we respect. The poem is probably more addressed to female Abolitionists or potential ones. 

            We return to Frederick Douglass and the primal scene of enslavement. The idea of the primal scene comes from psychoanalytic theory. For Freud the primal scene is the child seeing his parents having sex and witnessing one's own origins. But no one can really tell one's origins. 

            Douglass's writing calls attention to itself as writing. Parallelism. 

            The louder she screamed the harder he whipped. Her bloody body is compared to the blood stained gate of child birth. In this moment his entry into slavery is sexualized. The master doing the whipping is probably Douglass's father. The sense of repetition suggests that he has witnessed this many times since. The motif of traumatic experience resists representation. It evades capacity. It is too overwhelming to represent. It distinguishes Douglass's narrative and reaches the limits of reputation. What is Douglass's position? He is a participant and expected his turn next. Who does he identify with? According to Deborah McDowell the black child was forbidden to identify with their master. Douglass uses violated feminine characters to establish himself as the masculine subject. His freedom depends upon narrating the bondage of black women. A slave made a man. Douglass as witness. 

            Slave songs connect back to the limits of representation and what it means to testify an experience. When I was in the circle I didn't understand but repetition increased the experience. It is extralinguistic and does not carry the meaning in words. The songs had coded language and Biblical allegories to convey messages. But he is talking about meaning of which he is not in full possession. One can't witness slavery from within or without. Maybe to be authentic is to have been inside and then to step outside.

            Education. The story of learning to read. He used Tom Sawyer like trickery to learn to read. I said that reading is a freedom that cannot be easily policed. This reminded her of a prison reading program. Education in prison provides fragments of freedom. Douglass says reading was a revelation. This is a spiritual reference that goes along with the tomb of slavery and the hell of slavery. His master became his teacher in denying him an education. He became educated in the workings of power. He learns to read power by closely reading the master's tone and anxiety. Learning to read the master makes Douglas dangerous. Animalization is the force of the institution of slavery. It tries to reduce slaves to animals by putting them in animallike conditions. He learns to write in the spaces left by the master's son's school copy book. Occupying spaces is an act of subversion. 

            I weighed 89 kilos before an early lunch and after eating I took a siesta half an hour earlier than usual because I had an appointment with the fracture clinic at St Joseph's Health Centre for 16:00. When I got up I shaved and showered because Dr. Fu is female, then I got ready and headed out.

            I got to St Joseph's at 17:45. I had to take a number at the fracture clinic even though I had an appointment. My number was 56 while the digital readout on the number machine was permanently at 17 even though they were already serving numbers in the 50s. The receptionist often forgot what number she was serving because of that. 

            There was an old black woman in a wheelchair waiting and complaining that she was allergic to the air conditioning. Behind me on the TV that was hanging in the corner Joe Biden was speaking. She asked who that was. When someone told her she asked if Trudeau won. When she was told he did she started clapping. She said he promised her money for the Annapolis Valley. I asked if she was from Nova Scotia and she said she was born in Montreal but her mother was from the Annapolis Valley and that they were promised money for it. She said she would accept $100,000 for a start. I think she's talking about the eviction of African Canadians from Africville in the 1960s. They are looking for compensation but I can't find any news of any promises by Trudeau in that regard. 

            I waited almost an hour and was frustrated that there were people called in to the clinic from the waiting room who arrived after me. When I was finally called in I sat on the same bed as two weeks ago. 

           The nurse called up my chart and while I was waiting for Dr. Fu I got up to read it. It said, "A large posterior abrasian to the elbow limits flexion range of motion. Supenation pronation is intact as is wrist range of motion actively. Shoulder range of motion is initiated to 45 degrees in all planes. No bruising or tenderness to palpitation along interior aspect of shoulder. Passing range of motion goes above shoulder level. She wrote down that I was a model at OCADU although I don't know why that would be relevant information to put on my medical chart. 

            Dr Fu was impressed with my progress and seemed confident everything would go back to normal with the exercises I'm already doing and so I'm on my own now and don't have to go back. 

            I was in and out of the hospital in an hour and fifteen minutes. 

            I weighed 88.6 kilos at 17:45. 

            I made a fresh batch of gravy. I had a potato with gravy and a heated steak while watching the final episode of the third season of Gomer Pyle. 

            In this story Lou Ann Poovie reveals that she is about to lose her job as a singer at the Congo Club. Duke gets her a chance to sing on a local radio show. Carter books her an opportunity to make a recording. She is very grateful to both of them but when Gomer says he has gotten her a job at a record store she is insulted because it implies that she shouldn't be in show business. Gomer comes to see her the night before she is scheduled to go into the recording studio and begs her not to go. He explains that she isn't ready because her voice needs improvement. Now she is even more offended and asks him to leave. But after singing "That Old Black Magic" and hearing her voice played back to her for the first time, she realizes that she can't sing. She finds Gomer in the audience at a monster movie and makes up with him. She takes the job in the record store. 

            Carter's connection in the recording studio was played by Aaron Ruben, who was the manager of both Andy Griffith and Jim Nabors and a writer and producer of their shows as well as Sanford and Son. For his eighth birthday he gave future multiple Oscar winning director Ron Howard an 8 mm movie camera.

September 22, 1991: We went to the video store but Nancy was suddenly in a bad mood so we didn't rent anything

Thirty years ago today 

            Early on Sunday Nancy and I decided to go for something to eat. We walked to Bamburgh Plaza but then decided to go a little further south and west to another plaza. There was nothing there so we went to TG Quickly's where we each had wings, fries and a caesar and sat there for quite a while. There was a computer scale there and so we weighed the baby and found out she was still nine kilograms. We walked back to Bamburgh and into the video store where I wanted to rent "The Gods Must Be Crazy" but Nancy didn't. She seemed suddenly in a bad mood and so we didn't rent anything. We went back to her place where we watched "Married With Children" and then "Name of the Rose."

September 21, 1991: The baby was crying and her grandmother was annoying me by hovering as if I should let her take over

Thirty years ago today 

            On Saturday I went down to my place and put some stuff out on the sidewalk to sell while I worked on projects. I sold nothing. I finished all my cleaning up except for the sweeping.

            I took my first collage downtown to Kinkos on Bloor to be reduced and then copied into black and white. 

            I headed back to Nancy's place and when I got there she wasn't home but her parents were taking care of the baby. I took over with my child but after a while she started crying and wouldn't stop. She wasn't hungry and it didn't help to give her something to teethe on. Nancy's mother started hovering over me as if she should take the baby off my hands and that really bugged me.

Frederick Douglass

            On Sunday after 0:30 I did my usual search for bedbugs. I'm not sure if I found one but when I felt around the upper frame of the old exit door something small and dark fell down to the floor. Whatever it was I couldn't find it when I got down and looked. 

            During yoga I was able to push myself up into the cobra pose by lying on my stomach to pushing down on the floor with my hands beside my shoulders and unbending my arms into a backward bend for the first time since my accident fifteen days ago. 

            I memorized the first verse of "U.S.S.R. / U.S.A." and reworked parts of my translation with the title "Russia Versus U.S.A." 

            I weighed 89.7 kilos before breakfast. 

            Around midday I cleaned most of my steamer basket. The metal petals overlap so it took a few minutes to figure out how to get at the covered parts. I closed the petals on each side so I could get it all. I probably won't have time to tackle it again and finish it until next Friday.

            I weighed 89.9 kilos before lunch. I had crackers and five year old cheddar with a glass of lemon-limeade. 

            In the afternoon I took a bike ride to Yonge and Bloor. It was cool enough to wear long pants and not be too uncomfortable, although I could have also worn shorts and been fine. I weighed 89 kilos when I got home.

            I composed my email assignment for Monday. Professor Lopez wants the emails sent on Mondays before 8:00 and so there's no time to write them on the days that I send them. Here's what I wrote: 

           This comment is on the history of chimney sweeping that you wrote about in the pdf of your September 15 lecture. While you may be correct in your assessment that Shakespeare is talking about the young coming to dust in the lines that you quoted from Cymbeline, I do not think he is speaking of children. Your reference to children being used as chimney sweeps on a significant scale in Shakespeare's time is historically inaccurate. Children didn't begin to be drafted into the chimney sweeping trade until after the great London fire of 1666, a generation after the death of Shakespeare. Before that the chimneys were bigger and more manageable by average sized adult sweepers. But new building regulations due to the fire required that the chimneys be narrower. Of course it was later on during the Industrial Revolution that buildings became taller with more complex, narrow chimneys and the use of children in chimney sweeping became much more of an epidemic. Hence the poems on the subject by William Blake and others of the Romantic period. 

            I read about a hundred pages of Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. He says the cruelest slave masters were the religious ones, including the ones that were also ministers. His life would certainly make an interesting movie. It's surprising that it hasn't been done. Douglass has appeared as a character in movies and TV series but his autobiography has never been made into a film. There is however a play called "Frederick Douglas Now" and I've read that Spike Lee is slated to make a film version of that. 

            I made pizza on naan with Napolese sauce and extra old cheddar and had it with a beer while watching an episode of Gomer Pyle.

            In this story Gomer rescues a crow that got its foot caught in a vine in the woods. After that the crow becomes attached to Gomer and comes to land on him during Marine duties. It also starts finding gifts to bring to Gomer and they are all from Sergeant Carter's desk. First his watch, then his pen and his lighter. Meanwhile Carter's birthday is approaching and Gomer wants to buy him a present but since the birthday falls before payday Gomer has to pawn his watch. Carter begins to suspect that one of his men has been stealing from him and while searching the barracks he finds a pawn ticket. He goes to redeem the ticket but the broker says he needs $11 and he's short. He does find out that a watch was pawned and the description of the Marine can only be Gomer. When Carter confronts Gomer he is presented with a box of cigars as a birthday present. Gomer explains he pawned his own watch and Carter is relieved until his watch falls down from the top of Gomer's locker. The other items are found as well and Carter demands an explanation. Gomer doesn't understand how he could have gotten those things until the crow comes through the window with Carter's whistle and it's all clear what happened.

September 20, 1991: Sebastian said I was one of two people she would have liked to have become involved with

Thirty years ago today

            On Friday Toronto Transit was back at work after an eight day strike. 

            I worked at the TV Ontario warehouse but the job only took a couple of hours. I got a ride with Ray to Dufferin Station. 

            I called Mike Copping and he told me he had to work late and so we couldn't meet that night. 

            I went to Sebastian's building to see if I could get inside and knock on her apartment door. I couldn't and so I went to that strip place on the corner where there was a gorgeous woman dancing on stage. Then I went to the Lancaster and was there for quite a while. I had pan fries and I finally rented a table dancer. She was born in Saudi Arabia and was beautiful on stage but she wasn't a very good table dancer. 

           I went back to Sebastian's place and this time she was there to let me in. I spent an hour or so with her and she told me that I was one of the two people that she would have liked to have become involved with.