There was a frail headquarters type with a mind stuffed full of things I had never heard of. They seemed like nonsense at first and soon became magical. There was a corporal, muscled like a Tarzan, who argued with a mighty ferocity with a young, intense, mustachioed Marine private about the philosophy and ethics of art, while I sat and listened and felt unknown doors open in my mind.
Rings a bell...me at college and listening to lefties talk. Perhaps pseudo intellectuals? But new and interesting to me. I was looking for something new and very different.
