His art school's name is the California School of Fine Flowers. We talked for awhile and I am already beginning to destroy his universe. Method is everything. It must be thrown at the unsuspecting like a custard pie made of poison . . . Nothing destroys Mertz more than custom.
Nothing destroys it less than treason.
He has become a combination of a Boy Scout and a depth charge. He appeals to the primitive sources of nonsense and despair. I suspect that his teacher, S., is secretly an unvert - or, at least a spoiled unvert. Something is going on between S. and history. I wonder if Mac realizes that an unvert is an agent of Kubla Khan.