History & The Arts
The String Quartet
...write about the leak in the larder, and left my glove in the train; if the ties of blood require me, leaning forward, to accept cordially the hand which is perhaps offered hesitatingly— "Seven years since we met!" "The last time in Venice." "And where are you living now?" "Well, the late afternoon suits me the best, though, if it weren't asking too much——" "But I...