I saw him today and he told me that he is taking a course in his art school in which he has to clip examples of racial prejudice from Tarot cards and give their exact date. 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.