The lad up north unfortunately…he was an adopted son, wanted more than children who are normally brought into this world by married parents are wanted. He really was wanted and his adoptive parents put in their bid for him before he was born. If he came in blind, they would take him. If he came in crippled, they would take him. Deformed, they would take him. They just wanted that child regardless of how he came into this world. But, they didn’t tell him he was adopted. And the year that he was getting ready to go east to Phillips Exeter, a prep school for boys, one of the finest prep schools possibly in the world—he was a straight A student here in Sausalito—some neighbor in the neighborhood had reasons which were not merciful reasons to [...] the boy against his parents and he told him they were sending him east to get rid of him…not for his education, just to get him out of the house and get rid of him. That’s as far removed as anything could be. So, he went for two years, straight A right through, refused to go back the third year…said they couldn’t teach him anything. Said that no matter what they said they couldn’t teach him. English…he was a master in English. Blake to him was like reading just the ABCs, and how he loved his Blake.302 ¶23