Unaware of, and driven by, a powerful hidden, or white, memory
from my childhood, which had no obvious symptoms in my life, other
than a total disregard for ordinary trappings, I took leave of Dartmouth
College with two courses to go. I felt I'd earned it.
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Years later I would take secret pleasure in Bill Gates dropping
out of Harvard, and Tiger Woods dropping out of Stanford, because
I felt in good company, even though their company was quite imaginary.
Paul Allen, the cofounder of Microsoft, did ride in my taxicab a
few years ago, talking on the cell phone a lot, and I would have
said something to him had I not just been to the dentist. I kept
saying, "Agh! Aghh!" and pointing at my mouth.
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Earnestly recruited by a former salesman at IBM, where I had worked
as a computer operator and junior programmer at an earlier leave
from Dartmouth, I moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts, and attempted
to lead an ordinary life. I failed. My wife left me, (or her mother
did a repo, I'm not sure which) and enduring huge emotional storms,
stumbled into what I can only call a School for Jedi Knights.
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