You haven’t a glimmer as to what tape I mean, or how it evolved-right? Permit me to sketch in the background. Sure, they’ll come over and cook your dinner, and sure, they’ll stay all night, and sure, they’ll move in if you want.” Yes, indeed, he’s quite a tiger, is Phil, as he emerges from that tape recording. We know he likes girls, because, by his own candid admission, he’s got a little black book carefully dividing them into four categories-“pretty,” “great to go to bed with,” “nice to take to parties,” and “nice to talk to.” Any chap with that many categories, it follows, must be darned attractive, and Phil doesn’t bother to deny it: “I average a couple or three calls a night from girls. . . .
Let’s see, now-exactly what do we know about Phil? He’s twenty-five years old, he’s an investment banker, and he went to Yale.
