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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 experience.

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