The Sad Truth Is That Excellence Makes

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.

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.

Faithful Horoscope-watching, Practiced Daily, Provides Just The Sort Of Small But Warm And Infinitely Reassuring Fillip That Gets Matters Off To A Spirited Start.

How Is The Newcomer To Deal With Rome? What Is One To Make Of This Marble Rubble, This Milk Of Wolves, This Blood Of Caesars, This Sunrise Of Renaissance, This Baroquery Of Blown Stone, This Warm Hive Of Italians, This Antipasto Of Civilization?

Letters Are Expectation Packaged In An Envelope.