In A Nation Of Celebrity Worshipers, Amid

Ireland Is Not At All A Simple Place, And In Many Ways It Is Spare And Sad. It Has No Wealth, No Power, No Stability, No Influence, No Fashion, No Size. Its Only Real Arts Are Song And Drama And Poem. But Limerick Alone Has Two Thousand Ruined Castles And Surely That Many Practicing Poets.

In A Nation Of Celebrity Worshipers, Amid Followers Of The Cult Of Personality, Individual Modesty Becomes A Heroic Quality. I Find Heroism In The Acceptance Of Anonymity, In The Studied Resistance To The Normal American Tropism Toward The Limelight.

Ours Was The Togetherness Generation. We Equated Togetherness With Salvation, And Expected So Much From It That It Was Bound To Let Us Down. Companionship, Security, Lifelong Physical And Spiritual And Emotional Warmth - All Were To Be Had For The Twist Of A Ring And The Breathing Of A Vow. And To Be Had No Other Way.

At Gatling-gun Tempo Word-perfect The First Time Out. The Journalistic Equivalent Of A High-wire Front Somersault Without A Net.

Roughly Speaking, The President Of The United States Knows What His Job Is. Constitution And Custom Spell It Out, For Him As Well As For Us. His Wife Has No Such Luck. The First Lady Has No Rules; Rather Each New Woman Must Make Her Own.