“Anyway, with this I was able to get rid of the General Electric clock radio telephone I’d gotten for Christmas and put up the Proton Radio that I had purchased. I’m not sure I got the best deal. I maybe should have gotten the Denon. I’m not sure. Basically I don’t need a clock radio. I need a radio. And I’ve got a clock. The controls on the Proton are not convenient.”
“But apart from not wanting to sleep in a sleeping bag and having trouble with my contact lenses, I don’t mind sharing most of the hardships that the average citizen shares. Assuming it’s safe and dean, a Motel Six is perfectly adequate. I must confess, I like the Regency.”
“It was–you bought it as a set, a tuner, a preamp and an amp, all three, although I suppose you could plug the amp into the switched outlet of a preamp so if you only turn one button, they both go on.”
“I’m thinking to myself Packwood, you rotter. Do not lead this woman on. I could tell by the end of the evening she was, I don’t want to say entranced, but she was obviously impressed, and she’d had a good time. She’s never been to Washington before, and she’s gotten to see the Senate, gotten to see Mrs. Simpson’s, which is worth seeing, and tomorrow night I’ll figure out what to do.”
“When Elaine’s here, boy, I take all the little implements off my desk . . . and put them on the bed and she uses furniture polish and dusts everything with Endust or whatever that stuff is. Pledge. Pledge furniture polish I guess. And we Pine-Sol the floor. We scrub down the tile in the shower, we clean the windows. We do it in an hour and a half. We vacuum everything.”
