My Library

"Zelda, Dear," I said, "you know what the media will do... toast my nuts, that’s what. You know how they treat the entirety of this topic." "Publicity would be good for the ASPR," she began again. "It might help them raise money for research." I looked at her in astonishment. "What! Raise money for those turds who trashed Osis and MY work?" Zelda said: "You know, any publicity is good publicity. Just make sure they spell your name right." At some point in July, Puthoff called wanting, among other things, to discuss the possibility of a second trip to SRI. "We’ll pay your airfare again, and maybe some per diem if I can work it." "You haven’t paid the first airfare yet." Gloria Swanson called from Portugal, at about 4 in the morning East Coast time. "Oh, hello Miss Swanson." "Oh, for crissakes, DO NOT call me Miss Swanson!" "Oh, what should I call you, then?" "I’m SWANSON, simply SWANSON!" She had read the package of materials I’d sent her -- and wanted to know what she could do to help." Remembering the chicken aspic dinner with the Brods, I said: "Well. I think there’s something going on in Washington, behind the scenes that is. I don’t have any way of finding out anything."