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to have a young book publisher in their camp. That infuriated
me and my arguments with Helen became very bitter.
One night, Helen said, “We're spoiling everything and
this is terrible. We're fighting all the time now,” which
indeed we were. Then she said, “I think we should stop seeing
each other.” I said, “I agree with you.” She walked out
of the house, and I never laid eyes on her again for five
years. She just disappeared from my life. That was the kind
of girl she was. There was no compromise about Helen. She
was a wonderful girl. She married a very rich lawyer in San
Francisco, who seems just as devoted to leftist causes as she
is. He has millions, and they are out on the coast, helping
all the leftist causes. Any time a leftist gets into trouble,
they're there to help with money and legal advice. They're
quite admirable people but I'm simply not their kind.
Once I was out in San Francisco, about five years after
all of this happened and I was already married to Phyllis.
Somebody said, “Helen's in town. Don't you want to see her?
I think she'd like to see you.” So I called up Helen, and we
met at the Top of the Mark in Frisco. We have a deep fondness
for each other. In about ten minutes we were fighting about
Communism, just as if we had never left each other. There she
was, a very rich young lady, but just as passionate about
leftist causes, just as angry at me as always, because she
always said that I had the makings of a good person but I had
let soft living foul me up.
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