>scarcely a dream date: vastly corpulent, snow-haired,
>triple-chinned, phlegmatic as a Buddha and camp as a fly-sheet
I remember Bloom giving a lecture to a roomful of undergrads in 1973 or 1974. He was wearing a navy blue sports jacket and a non-matching pair of navy blue pants. Both seemed made of the hideous polyester that was ubiquitous at the time. On his feet, unfasted galoshes. In the middle of the lecture, in which he remarked on his inability to prounounce the word "contemporaneity," he appeared to be working himself up into a sweat. He took off the jacket and just dropped it on the floor next to him and continued talking without interruption.