TODAY IN THE BREEZE that sweeps up University Avenue in Berkeley California, I beheld Dracula, only the Count was a lady. Do not presume, those of you who know Berkeley, that it was the Bubble Lady I saw. The Bubble Lady wears a cape, but she dispenses sunshine wherever she goes. Up and down Telegraph Avenue, Sather Gate, Sproul Plaza, inside Dwinelle Hall or Wheeler, she surfaces whenever vibes appear heavy or strained, such as the time the campus police reminded a really neat country-rock group that their noon concert was over. It was half past one. But a goodly company of students and friends of the campus, and dogs had gathered and the campus was relaxing in the blue and gold weather which the drought has brought us, and the booing began. It was gentle booing, and the police were only mildly insistent, but Berkeley is still tremulous. There is a martyr lurking on every step of the Student Union, and stretched out on the campus lawns are visionaries who can spring out of a trance at the cry of Pig, and then there are always students who are bored with the University grind. They welcome any confrontation as a minor cause, or, at least a pause, so that they don't have to attend classes. A happening is also an education. During such dubious moments, the Bubble Lady appears and distributes her suds from a container which she carries beneath her cape. Then everyone goes back to class. The police go back to Sproul Plaza and stand near the food kiosks, their arms folded, their pistols packed, their faces solemn but not hostile. On campus the police are businesslike, except when they are talking to one another. Then they unbend a little and smile. No, it was not the Bubble Lady but another lady I saw in a full, black cape that ballooned in the wind. She sailed down on me like a black cloud, and then she turned suddenly to enter the Berkeley Food Co-op on University Avenue. And so I continued my stroll along University Avenue, contemplating vampires, witchcraft, and Dr. Feyerabend, whose magic lectures on the subject of knowledge-theories of knowledge-I was on my way to attend. Dr. Feyerabend of the Philosophy Department at U.C. Berkeley, teaches that witchcraft too was based on reason. Laugh as we may at men who once called the world flat and burned witches, these virtuous men perceived their phenomena from careful observation and painstaking research. They questioned