All About Marcy

General life updates from a couple weeks after the previous one. Includes a potentially squicky comment about eye surgery. I couldn’t decide on a single pull quote this time, so here are a couple of them:

“Fear not, you are about the last letter to be writ on this nearly-illegible typewriter ribbon.”

“say, is [your new beard] straight, like your father’s was, or curly? I can see you with a little ol’ tailored goatee and a prayer shawl. If you let your hair grow you can be a prophet, maybe.”

“I’m not really mercenary, it’s just that I like to be taken out to dinner and not paying for myself.”

Some followups to previous letter, a couple of weeks later. Also a kind of squicky bit about 10th-century eye surgery. Also: “woosh, some of the ideas they had about delivering babies: if it didn’t come out at the right time it was the foetus’s fault, and they considered smoking it out, starving the mother so the baby would be hungry and come out for food, and singing it songs about the glories of the outside world.”

A response to a sensationalized Reefer Madness-style article that her parents had sent her. “we are some of the few people in the country to be in a position to know about marijuana legally, having studied it for academic credit.”

A very brief note from around the time Marcy returned to Antioch post-SoCal.

In which Marcy settles in for her final quarters at Antioch, and expresses disdain for Bob Dylan. “Like he has some damn fine and wise and perceptive things to say about where it’s at for kids and older kids, but he’s really a kind of crappy person, most superficial and successful and not terribly bright—this from two friends who knew him pretty well in new york last quarter.”