Hitchens threw a drink in my face, pressed a lit cigarette into my neck, and hit me over the head with a barstool. I intimated that sometimes women could be funny on purpose. He and I went to a pub to celebrate his most recent intellectual victory over the establishment press. It was 1972, the height of our mutual virility. Recounting another incident where Hitchens behaved in his trademark style when enraged, Pollack says, "He took ideas so seriously that if he disagreed with you on a matter that he deemed important, he’d literally throw you in a ditch. “Because I refuse to fraternize with men who are afraid to be intellectual heroes.” Hitch put down the book and took a swig of cheap Scotch. “Are you in favor of the war in Vietnam?” She beamed as he read aloud passages from “Homage to Catalonia.” He looked up. The first time I saw him, he had a bird on each arm and a woman by his side. Recounting their first ever meeting his long-time friend Neal Pollack says, "University, as you know, is the only time in one’s life when anything really worthwhile happens. Christopher Hitchens was a revered columnist and author who penned the books 'God Is Not Great', "Hitch 22" and 'Mortality'.
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