It Is Also One Of The Pleasures

The New York Times Published The Guest List On The Front Page. The Masks Were A Brilliant Concept.

I Have Never Been Convinced There's Anything Inherently Wrong In Having Fun.

The Pleasure Of Sport Was So Often The Chance To Indulge The Cessation Of Time Itself--the Pitcher Dawdling On The Mound, The Skier Poised At The Top Of A Mountain Trail, The Basketball Player With The Rough Skin Of The Ball Against His Palm Preparing For A Foul Shot, The Tennis Player At Set Point Over His Opponent--all Of Them Savoring A Moment Before Committing Themselves To Action.

I Never Understood People Who Don't Have Bookshelves.

Give Me Good Books, Good Conversations, And My Trek Y-foil, And I Shall Want For Nothing Else.