The Greatest Luxury Is Being Able To

From My Mother Came The Idea That Going Down To The Sea Repaired The Spirit. That Is Where She Walked When She Was Sad Or Worried Or Lonely For My Father. If She Had Been Crying, She Came Back Composed; If She Had Left Angry With Us, She Returned In Good Humor. So We Naturally Believed That There Was A Cleansing, Purifying Effect To Be Had; That Letting The Fresh Wind Blow Through You Mind And Spirits As Well As Your Hair And Clothing Purged Black Thoughts; That Contemplating The Ceaseless Motion Of The Waves Calmed A Raging Spirit.

Television Has Created A Nation Of News Junkies Who Tune In Every Night To Get Their Fix On The World.

We Spent A Month In Japan Last Year, A Week In Istanbul For The United Nations, And Nearly Three Months In My Native Nova Scotia, Where My Two Brothers Have Homes; And We'll Go Back There This Summer.

I Grew Up In Kind Of The Last Generation Of Canadians Who Thought Things That Were Happening In Britain Were More Important, Almost, Than What Was Happening In Canada. And My Mother Was Fervently Of That Opinion.

Wordstruck Is Exactly What I Was—and Still Am: Crazy About The Sound Of Words, The Look Of Words, The Taste Of Words, The Feeling For Words On The Tongue And In The Mind.