i mean, verlaine, rimbaud, iggy pop, the stones. >> christopher: burroughs and guyson. >> anthony: burroughster. >> anthony: as so many of us were. [ laughter ] but i think this was a place where if you wanted to think of yourself as a writer, you would come here and somehow you were working within a romantic tradition. >> christopher: yes. >> anthony: burroughs said right upfront -- >> blanca: yes. >> anthony: to me, a writer, from when i was a little boy, a writer was a guy who lounged around in a smoking jacket or a kaftan smoking a hash pipe or an opium pipe -- >> christopher: oh, yes. >> anthony: in a beautiful anointed house with, uh, littered with, sleeping boys. >> blanca: yes, or girls. >> anthony: to what extent did that world exist and to what extent did -- was that world created by the people who showed up with that expectation? >> christopher: since bill departed, rip, dear, wonderful, marvelous man. since he's gone, it's a little bit tame now. >> blanca: it is tame. >> anthony: well, he was -- >> christopher: bit genteel now. >> anthony: he was, he was the very opposite of gent