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hat pulled over his ear. When I saw him I was always delighted, and I took him over to Phyllis who was waiting nervously in the car. I said, “Bill, you get up front with Phyllis.” He hailed her as “Miss Phyllis” and that's what she remained therever after. Phyllis‘first words to him were, “Look at your sock!" The whole heel was out of his sock, and he was very abashed. Phyllis immediately lost all fear of the great William Faulkner. She said, “You're not going to a cocktail party looking like that.” And so we went home and she made him change his socks. From then on they were great friends. He was the sensation of the party.
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