I slept in the graduate student's men's dorm in a sort of bunk bed. I think I was the only classicist in the room. I ate with them. In the morning I was confronted when I- Britain was still pretty short of food- by a bucket of fried eggs, two feet deep, these farm boys and farm girls tucked into their fried eggs. You walked across the campus and instead of in the Oxford tradition, keeping yourself very much to yourself and perhaps raising your hat, they said, Hi! they said. I- eventually I was absolutely- I loved that and at the end I really did find a farm girl, daughter of a farm girl, who, again, I was very much attracted to, and I think she liked me. And she went off then to work in Caltech. A year later we were travelling around and we went out to supper together and I remember driving along one of those Los Angeles freeways, and I just remember both of us feeling great affection and knowing that at the end of the evening, I was going to get into an aeroplane and fly off somewhere else, and God knows what happened to her. I don't even remember her name. I do remember the straw hat she used to wear.