THIS IS THE TIME OF
ALL THOSE NATIONS
I can remember everything pretty well : outlandish
cars at the new United Nations - all black and fins
and drivers in hats. Adlai Stevenson and Kennedy,
pugilists and politicians galore, with Arthur Schlesinger
at the trough. They all liked to drink their Martinis and
Hi-Balls and the rest. Policy makes in the dead of a drunk.
It's a wonder we weren't all maimed. Oh? We were?
Norman Mailer came by to stab his wife while Truman
Capote stood there watching, saying 'I only came to see
what I heard was going to happen, and it did. So now
I'm done.' Someone else said 'That's not talking, that's
griping.' Jacqueline Kennedy had a pillbox hat. Marilyn
Monroe was kept busy, and all the rest was all of that.
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