I certainly wasn't seeking any degree, the way a college confers a status symbol upon its students. My homemade education gave me, with every additional book that i read, a little bit more sensitivity to the deafness, dumbness and blindness that was afflicting the black race in america. Not long ago, an english writer telephoned me, asking questions. One was, "what's your alma mater?" i told him, "books.
Hugh returned from his trip, and days later i still sounded like a red chinese asking questions about the democratic hinterlands. "and you actually saw people smoking in restaurants? Really! And offices, too? Oh, tell me again about the ashtrays in the hospital waiting room, and don't leave anything out."