The Harlan Ellison Story

When I was in high school (he wheezed), a certain type of contest-speech nerd loved Harlan Ellison.  It was de riguer, along with liking XTC and wearing an Echo and the Bunnymen-style long coat.  The other day, I took down my Harlan Ellison omnibus to see if, in the intervening centuries, the stories which I used not to care for had ripened with time and proved that I had been insufficiently ready back then to appreciate them.

Hint: nope!