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There is a fucking immense poster of THE SAILOR WHO FELL FROM GRACE WITH THE SEA in the north stairwell of Pearsons Hall at Pomona College: the history department, my department, with its rooms a thousand years wide. An uncouth soul—for once, it wasn't me—scrawled a liner note at the bottom, asserting Sarah Miles likes to masturbate. It's true that the man beneath her is Kris Kristofferson and not Richard Chamberlain, but what the hell; they both went to Pomona.

"What would they do if they could chase them down, Beatlemania-style, in the Ginza tonight? Tear their clothes off and fuck them right in front of the giant duty-free designer brands there..."

That happened at the show I went to - it was HOT!

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