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And did it very wisely, almost as if they were upper class fathers
taking care of the sexual education of the son.
And I've always, obviously, remembered it. I look back on
it as another one of those fortunate accidents in my life, where
you know, it just couldn't have been planned.
They also saw that I was going to be a student, and
encouraged it. At dinner, for example, they would encourage me to
talk about what I was learning in the classes. They seemed impressed
with the fact that I not only would be reading things, novels and
short stories and philosophy and things of that sort, but they would
encourage me to talk about it. And I didn't need verymuch encouragement.
So what happened was, in my first year in college, my living
experience and situation was blending very well with my classroom
But something interesting happened in that first year, too.
I told you they were in medical school, and they invited me to come
down to the medical school, and to the anatomy lab, and took me around,
and showed me the cadavers. And I revolted. I knew, I told my
mother and everybody else and it was just understood that I was going
to be a doctor -- but the experience in that anatomy lab gave me
second thoughts. And I guess that was the beginning of my moving
away from medicine, although it wasn't clear to me that that's
exactly what was happening at the time. I mean, I just knew that,
I didn't think I was going to enjoy standing over dead bodies, cutting
them up, even though they made me look at, you know, the nervous
system and heart and other things. They told me the difference between
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