Synopsis: Nostalgic memoir of imbibing 1930s pop culture (comics, pulp magazines, radio serials, film serials, ERB books in a library), and its superiority to the equivalent pop culture of the 1960s (e.g., Star Trek). Carter is grateful not to have read quality literature while young: "I thank whatever Gods may be that during these tender, impressionable years of my youth I was carefully kept away from Good Books, Wholesome Literature, Deathless Poetry, Enduring Drama, and Approved Beloved Classics!" (page 15). He frowns upon the Comics Code and other means of screening this material to make it proper for children. (He does say he was ready for "Good Books" by his early twenties.)