from the diary: “Friday 10/21/88
“Woke from a dream about [English professor]. I dreamt that I was in a room, maybe a classroom, maybe on the tube, and I was talking to a friend on the other side of the room (ten feet away?) about what Ken [a student from one of the other participating community colleges] had told me. 6 authors to our three, more interesting. I glance to the right and there [my prof], standing against the wall. He glowers at me. Then pulls up a chair next to me and starts dressing me down for my criticism. Sweat breaks out on his face, arms turn white like the skin under an adhesive bandage. He’s gasping and ranting.
“[Prof] is an impostor. A never-has-been. His wife claims to have studied under this famous genius-type teacher when really she and [Prof] offed the guy.
“Cut to scene of riverbank, man hands tied behind back. [Prof] & wife drag a hood over his head, lash it tight and shove him into the dark water. It is night. The [killers] smirk conspiratorially in the shadows, wife’s face lit by the yellow lights of a ship at moor, [Prof]’s face seen in 3/4 profile.”