Carl luce

He ordered a dry Martini. He told the bartender to make it very dry, and no olive. I bored him a lot. I really did. He amused me, though. He was one of those guys that sort of amuse me a lot. When we were at Whooton, he’d make you describe the most personal stuff that happened to you, but if you asked him about himself he got sore. These intellectual guys don’t like to have an intellectual conversation with you unless they’re running the whole thing. I can never get really sexy- I mean really sexy- with a girl I don’t like a lot. I mean I have to like her a lot. Boy, it really screws up my sex life something awful. My sex life stinks. Old Luce he was strictly a pain in the ass, but he certainly had a good vocabulary. He had the largest vocabulary of any boy at Whooton when I was there. They gave us a test.