In A Nation Of Celebrity Worshipers, Amid

The Metabolism Of A Consumer Society Requires It Continually To Eat And Excrete, Every Day Throwing Itself Away In Plastic Bags.

The Rich Plankton Of Pop Heroes And Pop Villains On Which We Americans Are Accustomed To Feed, The Daily Media Soup Of Sports Figures, Ax Murderers, Politicians, And Rock Singers, The Ever-running River Of Celebs, Heavies, And Oddballs That We Use To Spice Up Our Own Relatively Humdrum Lives Has Of Late Become A Very Watery Gruel. Where Have All The Good Guys And Bad Guys Gone? Why Does Everyone Out There Look So Gray?

The Sad Truth Is That Excellence Makes People Nervous.

Mind And Body Are Not To Be Taken Lightly. Their Connection Is Intimate And Mysterious, And Better Mapped By Poets Than Pornographers.

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.