Chapter 19

At the Wicker Bar, which was right in this posh Seton Hotel, I started thinking about Luce. He's three years older than me and now he's a student at Columbia University. At the Whooton School, Luce used to tell the younger boys about sex and all. He killed you, he really did his is a bit of a phoney though. When Luce arrived, he was cool as hell. We got on the the subject of sex, I was asking questions and all, it was pretty interesting. Luce wouldn't answer them though, he just said he doesn't talk about it much since he left Whooton school. I told his that my sex life was lousy, he just said "Naturally. Your mind is immature." Thats when he suggested me talking to his father, who was a psychoanalysis. I asked Luce is his father had ever analysed him, he got quite mad after that because of my immature questions and left