I'm Very Much A Believer

The Image Of The Journalist As Wallflower At The Orgy Has Been Replaced By The Journalist As The Life Of The Party.

Washington Is A City Of Locker-room Boys, And All The Old, Outmoded Notions Apply: Men And Women Are Ushered To Separate Rooms After Dinner, Sex Is Dirty, And They Are Still Serving Onion-soup Dip.

No Man Can Be Friends With A Woman He Finds Attractive. He Always Wants To Have Sex With Her. Sex Is Always Out There. Friendship Is Ultimately Doomed And That Is The End Of The Story.

It's So Interesting That We Think We Know The Rules To This Game, This Total Hypothetical Game Called, "would You," "if You Had It To Do Over." It's Not Out There.

A Man Who Finishes A Book Is Always Alone When He Finishes It.