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If Iris isn't recruited initially you'll want to look out for the I Roboticist quest in the inital Henchman quests. This will be followed later in the story with I Spy With My Cybernetically Enhanced Eye, and finally When You Cut Me, Do I Not Lubricate? Completing all three quests will unlock Iris as a henchman.

You first need to complete the side story Join the Blu/Red Team. Your choice here will affect Pyro's skin later. Once this is complete you'll get a quest called Meet The Pyro. This recruits him as a henchman.

1. Reminiscences by Ansley's daughter of her family's life in Iowa City and later in Michigan are chronicled in Delight Ansley, First Chronicles (Stockton, N.J.: Carolingian Press, 1971). (Ed.) 2. A great American scholar, of the Manly-Rickert Chaucer and many other works. 3. I should warn readers that most of my conclusions are drawn from undergraduate impressions. Inevitably, the persistence of undergraduate folklore has influenced me, though I trust that a half century of teaching and graduate study have done something for my perspective. Some few of these individuals -- Craig and Piper, for example -- I knew later as fellow teachers. 4. This was J. Hubert Scott (1878-1953). Professor Scott's personal collection of books and manuscripts relating to the Shakespeare forger William Henry Ireland was presented to The University of Iowa Libraries. (Ed.) 5. Craig later went to North Carolina and then to Stanford. After him Norman Foerster brought another school of thought to Iowa, but I know of it only at second hand. 6. I expect to keep myself out of this article insofar as that is convenient, though I shall doubtless appear more prominently than I could wish. My recollections are my best source, however, and hence the reader should know something about me if one is to evaluate what I say. Accordingly, here is an unabashed autobiographical note. I was born in Nashua, Iowa, March 16, 1901. My grandfather helped build the Little Brown Church in the Vale in the nearby village of Old Bradford, celebrated in the hymn of the same title. I grew to maturity in McGregor and environs. My father was an invalid most of the time I knew him. His estate was declared bankrupt, so that I had to put myself through college, which I did somewhat fitfully, stopping to earn money. I was fortunate to be at Iowa in what I believe to have been remarkable years for writing already done and for more in progress. I was mainly associated with students who considered themselves collectively the young literati of the campus. I cut something of a figure in various student activities and emerged with a B.A. (1925), an M.A. ( 1927), a wife, nee Floy Davis, mentioned in the text, and a job writing publicity for the university. Most of my days since that time have been spent in academic circles. I have done a good bit of graduate study -- at Iowa, Columbia, Stanford, and Yale, along with some abroad -- and have taught in various universities, notably at the University of Nevada, Reno, where I became the first Hilliard Distinguished Professor in the Humanities, and eventually emeritus in English. I have published many reviews and articles, along with some books. A one-time journalist, I have no notion how many millions of words I have batted out for print, but the only serious compositions much involved in the decade here under review were two historical novels, Thunder on the River (1949) and West of the River (1953). They were not written or published in final form until long afterward, but drafts stem from the twenties. One little volume, The Miracle Of Language (1953), was still in print after a quarter of a century, having traveled over much of the world. A textbook with Robert M. Gorrell, called Modern English Handbook (1953; 6th ed., 1976), has kept the wolf farther from my door than from most academic portals. A few other volumes are still in print, including a thesaurus. My current book on language, The Word (New York: Simon and Schuster, 1981), contains a list of my better-known publications. I have edited a book on Walter Van Tilburg Clark, now in press. At this writing (1982), I am twice a widower, living in Reno, Nevada, my days enlivened by good friends and good reading. 7. She was Luella M. Wright (1881-1963), later Ph.D., Columbia. She published three books on Quakers in literature and education as well as articles on Iowa literary figures. 8. She was also authoritarian after the fashion of her day. In some paper I had used a locution like “very pleased,” having no notion that anything suspect lurked in this seemingly innocuous sequence , but she informed me firmly that no literate person ever employed a past participle except when it could be preceded by much, as in "very much pleased." I gathered that much was a sort of grammatical disinfectant, and I taught “Miss Wright’s law” for years, until one day I became aware that none of my colleagues had ever heard of it. I have since ceased dashing it with red ink, bit I still wince whenever I hear "very pleased." The incident helped me to learn, what I had begun to suspect, that much pedagogical belaboring is not worth the trouble. 9. She is one of the best poets that Iowa had any large part in producing. She was long the poetry reviewer for Herald-Tribune Books and has a half dozen volurnes of excellent verse. She is living in northern California with her husband, Paul Corey. (Typescripts of several collections of her poems and plays in verse, along with letters to her from John Ciardi, J. F. Nims, William Carlos Williams, and others are presently in the manuscripts collection of The University of Iowa Libraries. Ed.) 10. Piper was a bachelor when I knew him, but he was married soon after, to Janet Pressley, a graduate student in English. He died of a heart attack in 1939, shortly before he was to have given the Iowa commencement address. Thereby the world lost a masterpiece of its genre. (The main character in a novelette by one of his students is alleged to have been patterned after Edwin Ford Piper. See R. V. Cassill, "And In My Heart," Paris Review 33 (1965): 97-156. (See also Harry Oster, "The Edwin Ford Piper Collection of Folksongs," Books at Iowa 1 (October 1964), 28-33. Ed.) 11. He was the author of one good short story, coeditor of The Midland for a time, director of the School of Journalism, and eventually a Pulitzer prize winner for The Magazine in America. Never a brilliant man, he was a good solid one. 12. I have my own theory about this. He told me how he wrote: he would choose a time when he had at least a fortnight free, would outline the proposed work, and think it through carefully. Then he would hole up and write as fast as he could make the story come, with time out only for sleep and eating, and as little as possible of those. In a week or two he would emerge with a completed manuscript, which he thought was the more honest for being one prolonged draining of his creative powers. My own guess is that what he had was a good first draft, which he could never relive sufficiently for an adequate rewrite. 13. He helped young writers in numberless ways. One was to bring creative people to the campus -- Ruth Suckow and Robert Frost were among them -- and after their public appearance, invite them to his home, where various students also had been convened. Sitting on the floor and chatting with Robert Frost -- what better than that could happen to a prospective writer! (See Sargent Bush, Jr., "The Achievement of John T. Frederick," Books at Iowa 14 (April 1971): 8-23, 27-30. Also Milton M. Riegelman, The Midland: A Venture in Literary Regionalism (Iowa City: University of Iowa Press, 1975.) Ed.) 14. His full name was William Shipman Maulsby (1890-1976). He published at least one book, Getting the News (New York: Harcourt, Brace, 1925), engaging but hard to teach. I surmise the students liked a pedestrian book, and the Major was not pedestrian. 15. I had some reason for my disdain. At least some students emerged with the notion that they now knew all that anybody need know about novels, and they would never have to read another. 16. Thompson was celebrated with an issue of Philological Quarterly (January 1949). 17. He had studied at Dartmouth and had good teaching experience. 18. An excellent one, from which I profited too little, offered Latin and Greek. 19. Just for the record, I did write a short opera, based on an incident during our honeymoon, involving the corrupt Chicago police. I still like a few lyrics in it, but it was pretty juvenile. Wilcox, who took over as director in Clapp's absence, never found time to write the score, and later left academic life. After some years my manuscript provided a basis for a score by a graduate student, who was given a creative master's degree for his production of the opera, utilizing the University orchestra and choir. I was invited, but felt too poor and too loaded with teaching to attend. I wish now I had managed to do so. Meanwhile I had started another opera based on American folk themes like "Oh, Susannah," but never finished it. I kept in touch with Wilcox and we started a few other projects. In one, I recall, I was to translate some Italian songs which Wilcox expected to arrange, but he was having marital troubles, and nothing came of that either. 20. If the yarn is folklore it is the more significant; many undergraduates wanted it to be true. I can say only that as a reporter I had to work with Seashore and found him a good news source, helpful, and understanding. (See Dictionary of American Biography, supp. 4, s.v. "Seashore, Carl Emil." Ed.) 21. I remember the name of only one, Octave Thanet (the pen name of Alice French), and that probably because I married one of their members, Floy Davis. Floy and I once called on Miss French; she entertained us cordially, but she was then nearing eighty, and obviously not living much in this world. 22. Paul Corey says that an old-timer told him you could always recognize a Zetagathian because he wore no socks. In my time, although many of us were inclined to be threadbare, we were less picturesque. 23. I was involved in several of these. I remember one of them became self-conscious because we were not fighting the administration. We thought of ourselves as young radicals, but we had nothing to fight about and thought we should. One of our members assured us that the library censored books and had a locked shelf. Now, there was an abuse to disapprove. We didn't know what books were under lock and key, but we heard that Rémy de Gourmont was. Accordingly we looked him up in the card catalogue and each of us selected a title and put in a slip for the book. We got them, with speedy indifference, but they were all in French. None of us could read enough French to know what was salacious and what was not. That was the end of the Great Revolt. 24. The others were The Road Returns (1940), County Seat (1941), and Acres of Antaeus (1946). (See Robert A. McCown, "Paul Corey's Mantz Trilogy," Books at Iowa 17 (November 1972): 15-19, 23-26. Ed.) 25. The Hunting of the Buffalo (New York: Appleton, 1929), Westward: The Romance of the American Frontier (New York: Appleton, 1938), and The Sentimental Years (New York: Appleton-Century, 1947). (See J. Frank Dobie, “E. Douglas Branch, Singularisimo,” Southwest Review 47, no. 2 (Spring 1962): 109-118. Ed.) 26. Here are a few more names of people I have not mentioned elsewhere -- of some I have mainly lost track: H. Don Ambler; Pauline Patton Graham; Norman W. Macleod, a zealous young man; Mary Fletcher Finlayson, much more sophisticated than most of us; Frances Baker, Eddie's sister; Ilse M. Smith, a gentle, artistic girl; Lee Weber, who worked for Doubleday; Velma Critz, who went into journalism; Marjorie Laird, who became a school principal; E. Lee Fuller, in business in Chicago; Paul M. Dwyer, recently dead after a distinguished career in law; Iduna Bertel Field, who brought up a creative family and never lost her lively interest in poetry; Iduna's sister-in-law, Julia Field; Baird Middaugh, who ran used bookstores; Warren L. Van Dine, who carried with him the marks of his years at Iowa, and as an old man reported that he lived "surrounded by a thousand books, and numerous small items by way of antiques and beautiful things"; Mildred Wirt Benson, a great writer of mysteries for children; and Wendell Johnson, who wrote several books, including a best-seller, on stuttering. (See Dorothy Moeller, "Wendell Johnson: The Addiction to Wonder," Books at Iowa 20 (April 1974): 3-23. Ed.) 041b061a72