for if we don’t, we may lose our grip on time itself; we may crash against the rocks in a shroud of fog, joining the legions of shipwrecks ringing the small island, making widows and widowers out of our loved ones who, from their roofs, scan for us on the horizon. ...
BUT SOON CHANGED TO GIVING STRUCTURED DIRECTION. THE FACULTY HIRED THEMSELVES OUT TO ARCHITECTURAL OFFICES TO TIDE THEMSELVES OVER FINANCIALLY. THE WAREHOUSE IN SANTA MONICA THAT BILL SOMOIAN FOUND AND THAT RAY PUT UP THE DEPOSIT TO RENT, TURNED INTO A WORKSHOP FOR ALL. IT...