So The More Things Remained

I Knew That Part Of Friendship Consisted In Accepting A Friend’s Shortcomings, Which Sometimes Included His Parents.

The Summer Of 1943 At Exeter Was As Happy A Time As I Ever Had In My Life.

I Lost Part Of Myself To Him Then, And A Soaring Sense Of Freedom Revealed That This Must Have Been My Purpose From The First: To Become A Part Of Phineas.

All Of Them, All Except Phineas, Constructed At Infinite Cost To Themselves These Maginot Lines Against This Enemy They Thought They Saw Across The Frontier, This Enemy Who Never Attacked That Way-if He Ever Attacked At All; If He Was Indeed The Enemy.

Young People In My Generation Were Sort Of In Lockstep, And It Wasn't Just The '40s, Either. In The '30s And In The '50s It Was The Same. No One Ever Dropped Out Unless He Got Sick Or Got Kicked Out.