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301 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1972
Both lads, it seems, came of prosperous families: both had always wanted to be artists, but had unfortunately ended up like this, studying economics at a provincial university. So far, the story seemed a familiar one to Milly. In her young days, too, budding geniuses had been forced by soulless and insensitive parents into training for something dull and practical. But apparently, with these two, it wasn't quite like that. Far from being soulless and insensitive, both sets of parents had eagerly begged to be allowed to finance their budding young geniuses through art school for as many years as they wanted. Paris ...Rome ...Anywhere they liked ...money should be no object.
"But of course," explained Kevin, "that would have been just art-school stuff. Not my scene at all."
"No," agreed Jacko. "That was the thing. It's a matter of integrity, you see. Personal integrity."
...After this, they told her about sex, and how they were through with that sort of thing: kids' stuff. Yes, homosexuality too, and the perversions, and all that drag-they'd tried the lot: nothing to it. Integrity, that was the thing. Kevin, it seemed, was through with drugs as well: and when Milly asked if that was kids' stuff too, he said no, it wasn't quite that, but he'd been turned right off by going home one vacation and finding his grandmother smoking pot and saying she thought the younger generation was marvellous. It had turned him right off, it really had: and anyway, he informed Milly kindly, integrity, and the discovery of the true self, were possible without the aid of drugs. He knew, because he'd tried.