At the very front of the small house we owned in Washington, D.C. two score and some years ago, a [...]

Just around the corner from the pencil marks were a flight of stairs that led to the second floor—in my [...]

This much I know for sure, no tricks or embroidering: I arrived in Washington, D.C. from France toward the end [...]

To read memoirs with any pleasure requires a leap of faith facilitated by considerable intellectual mischief. Memoirs cannot be trusted [...]