Meanwhile,
Kilgore has hitchhiked to New York City and is trying to sleep in a movie theater. He can’t afford a hotel, and while he has never slept in a theater before, he knows it is
“the sort of thing really dirty old men” do. He wants “to arrive in Midland City as the dirtiest of old men.” Kilgore will be speaking at a symposium at the Arts Festival called “The Future of the American Novel in the Age of McLuhan.” Kilgore already knows what he will say when he gets there, which is: “I don’t know who McLuhan is, but I know what it’s like to spend the night with a lot of other dirty old men in a movie theater in New York City. Could we talk about that?”