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Nisker wasn't really in the mood for an LSD trip. After all, he was in a car and heading toward the Oakland-San Francisco Bay Bridge. Then Scoop started thinking to himself. Well, the guy is the "high priest of LSD." What else can I do? When else am I going to get a chance like this? So, Nisker dropped the acid. By the time they got to the radio station Scoop was so stoned he couldn't put two words together. But Leary sat down behind the mi..
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it. I was the professor at Harvard and everybody stood around in awe and listened to my every word, and all I felt was the horror that I knew inside that I didn't know.
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It was David McClelland, his old mentor at Wesleyan, who got him the Harvard job. McClelland had moved up the academic ladder and had brought his bright young protege along. Alpert was given a huge corner office in an old mansion that housed the Center for Personality Research, which was part of Harvard's Department of Social Relations
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