(1980 memoirs)
As we were more and more together, I learned to understand what he was really like. Now and then he would say someting desparaging about sports -- "spending your life chasing a little ball around." I was dimly puzzled, having gone with a couple of football players a little. Gradually I got to learn he was no good at outdoor games.
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