supposed to be Jewish,” Groucho said, “but | was seeing the most

supposed to be Jewish,” Groucho said, “but | was seeing the most beautiful visions of Gothic cathedrals. Do you think Bach knew he was doing that?” “| don't know. | was seeing beehives and honeycombs myself.” Later, we were listening to the score of a musical comedy, Fanny. There was one song called “Welcome Home," where the lyrics go something like, “Welcome home, says the clock,” and the chair says, “Welcome home,” and so do various other pieces of furniture. Groucho started acting out each line, as though he were actually beng greeted by the clock, the chair, and the rest of the furniture. He was like a child, charmed by his own ability to respond to the music that way. There was a bowl of fruit on the dining room table. During a snack, he said, “I never thought eating a nice juicy plum would be the biggest thrill of my life.” Then we talked about the sexual revolution. Groucho asked, “Have you ever laid two ladies together?” | told him about the time that | was being interviewed by a couple of students from a Catholic girls’ school. Suddenly Sheila, 7he Reaj/ist's “Scapegoat,” and Marcia, the “Shit-On” --she had given herself that title because “What could be lower than a Scapegoat?” --walked out of their office totally nude. “Sorry to interrupt, Paul,” said Sheila, “but it's HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015373