University of Victoria - Tower Yearbook (Victoria, British Columbia Canada)

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Yes, I apologized. f'It's a year since I moved, she said. My parents were impossible. I just couldnit make them understand life. Theylre so dreadfully - it's awful to have to say this about your own parents - but they're so dreadfully middle-classf, The last word crashed and thundered in the stillness as if it had had four letters. That's too bad, I said. We continued to walk. As sylvan glades go, this was a long one. You remember Humphrey, don't you?', she said. Oh yes. What's he doing now?'3 He's in Venezia - Venice - studying the architecture of the second republic and trying to decide what sex heis going to be. That's too badf' I said with concern. Oh no, itjs quite all rightf she said quickly. He's dabbling in both at the moment and having a marvellous time. Itis just that he feels he must make up his mind. I really don't see why, thoughf' No, I suppose notf' I said. Virginity is such a bore,', she continued. You're not kidding, I was going to say, but I stopped myself in time. Instead, I nodded. Knowingly, I think. Did you know Ingrid?,' I said. Oh yes, she said. She's been thrown out of her house by her mother, she's living with a drug fiend, and shejs taking LSD, I said. How marvellous l she said. Her mother was an old b ---- . We walked a bit more. Cigarette?9' she said proffering a pack. No thanks. I don't smokef, You're awfully wise not to. Itis a disgusting habit,', she exhaled. 'fWhat are you going to do when you're Hnished?,' I said. 'Tinished what? she said. 'CWhatever youire taking? HI hope I'm never finished. As soon as you're finished you start to vegetate. I want to be fulfilled, not finishedf' Oh,', I said. When do you expect to be fulfilled then In the next little while, I mean? 'CI hope not. Of course I want to get married and have a family and all that crap. It's that dreadful maternal urge. But not yet. And besides, all artists are gay. I beg pardonf' I said. '4Gay. Queer. Mixed up. Fairies. Oh, oh, that kind of gayf, I said, blushing a suitable shade of scarlet, somewhere between Mach 8 and Mach Io. Ninety-nine per cent of artists are gay, anyway, she went on. UAnd if I found the one per cent, head probably be a Hagellationist or eat crackers in bed or something? Well,n I said as the shadows began to lengthen, it,s been nice to see you again. Wonderful to see you, too, she said. 'fAnd if you're ever in The City, be sure to call. We've got a big apartment and youjre welcome to come and stay. We've got a big floor and three double beds. 'LThanks,n I said. And as I walked away, I thought how pleased Mrs. Pankhurst must be. Down there - somewhere. ?

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Unwashea' savoir faire She Walks in Erudition by Robin Jeffrey I met an emancipated woman yesterday. I'm quite sure it was yesterday. The now-ness of it is still upon me, as she might have said. It was towards evening, and she came out of the shadows as I was walking in a sylvan glade. Came like a nymph, she did, in the simple elegance of cut-off blue jeans, the unaffectedness of long and uncombed hair, and bare and unwashed feet, the savoir faire of dark-blue, day-old eye-shadow. The sight fair took my breath away. She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies, I said, half to myself. Hi, she said. Poor Shelley is so passe, isnit he?,' CG I haven't seen you for quite a while. No, live moved. Iam living in The City now. CC Ch, I said. 'gThat's nice. What part of Johnson Street?', UNO, she said negatively. The City. I've left home and Iim rooming with two other girls in The City. Oh, oh,', I said. The City. Well, yes, that's not Johnson Street, is it? Ha, ha. As we walked, l began to see what Emily Pankhurst had been aiming at those many years ago. This girl bristled with emancipation. What are you doing? I said. uI'm at The University in The City. Studying Aztec architecture and the influence of the rhumba on the latter stages of the Spanish Revolution. Itls dreadfully instrinsicf' f'Yes, I imagine it would befj LC lVhat are you doing? Oh, still at the University of Sleepy Hollowf' I said. Thats too badf she said sympathetically. HIt's so stultifying. Intellectually, I mean. At The University in The City, we have some marvellous people. There's Dr. Nador. He speaks 23 of the ancient Incan dialects and is an expert on Japanese influence in the third Ming Dynasty. HDo you mean all those Ming vases were made in Japan?', I said. But she didn't reply. Are you still living at home?', she said. She said Mstill' as one might say, f'Are you still impotent?',

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