Mr. Jenner. Well, it is part of the atmosphere, Mr. De Mohrenschildt. You have always had an interest in pretty women, have you not?
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. Sure, sure; naturally.
Mr. Jenner. And you have pursued and courted them?
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. I still do, I hope. Until the day I die. But anyway, it was not really so. It was just an interesting couple who were—it pleased us to know that here is a pretty girl from Soviet Russia that had arrived, because we all picture Soviet Russian women like a commando—big, fat women, working in a brick factory.
Mr. Jenner. You were curious to find out more about them, were you not?
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. Yes.
Mr. Jenner. What did you do?
Mr. De Mohrenschildt. Again, now, my recollections are a little bit vague on that.
I tried, both my wife and I, hundreds of times to recall how exactly we met the Oswalds. But they were out of our mind completely, because so many things happened in the meantime. So please do not take it for sure how I first met them.
Mr. Jenner. We want your best recollection.