To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of

An Edwardian Lady In Full Dress Was A Wonder To Behold, And Her Preparations For Viewing Were Awesome.

The Coconut Trees, Lithe And Graceful, Crowd The Beach Like A Minuet Of Slender Elderly Virgins Adopting Flippant Poses.

It Was His [gen. Douglas Macarthur's] Relationship With The Administration In Washington Which Became Poisoned By His Egomania. Link Upon Link The Bond Between Events On The Battlefield And His Own Ruin Was Forged, And, As Is Essential In Genuine Tragedy, The Gods Used The Victim Himself To Forge The Links.

I Try To Be As Ruthless As Possible. I Ask Myself Of Each Sentence, "is It Clear? Is It True? Does It Feel Good?" And If It's Not, Then I Rewrite It.

I Realized That The Worst Thing That Could Happen To Me Was About To Happen To Me.