In the evening there was a little party attended by the Silverbergs, the Brownsteins, Marta Randal and Jerry Jaques. He duly smiled at me, Boris Karloff style, and made enigmatic remarks about wombats. The next day, quite without warning, Carey arrived. After a long bus trip he was too tired to come on the afternoon's expedition. Charlie and I went down with the Lupoffs, in 1,heir ancient but trusty Volvo station wagon, to see Berkeley.
Salads are in fact, like glasses of iced water, an absolutely basic item on every restaurant menu.
That is badly phrased actually they aren't on the menu, they are complimentary, and are served right at the commencement of the meal. We inspected a small part of the beautiful Berkeley campus, and trying not to gawp too openly at the inhabitants who ranged from the merely eccentric to the truly weird.