he could always recall sledding down the library slope in the bitter cold of winter on food trays taken from the willard straight cafeteria and watching the crew practice in the inlet of the lake in the warm days of spring ; he never seemed to forget the saturday morning folksong class called romp and stomp with yarrow popping guitar strings as he accompanied several hundred out-of-tune voices , of the evenings at johnnys big red grill with farina being nasty and charming simultaneously and pynchon quietly eyeing the girl in the green knee socks who sat next to him for a whole semester in rossiters american presidency class and always said hello , or the jazz sessions with art mack and ziegman and the st. patricks day dragon winding its green way from the architecture school to goldwin smith every year and the eerie blackness of nabokovs wife as she sat impassively facing them at all of his classes and -- and so much more .