I got to know "Irv" fairly well. He decided straight away I was a smart ass, and took a shine to me. Second or third class he was preaching about the fact that a person could not consider themselves a poet, if no one was reading their works, 50 years after their death. Then we got to question period. I asked him if the same held true about him (being the egomaniac he was), if no one read his works 50 years after he was gone. He had no answer, and went straight to the next question, but asked to see me after class. Went and had a coffee with him and talked about this and that, and he invited me to come play at his cocktail party, which led to the infamous Cohen story I posted earlier on.