Sublime

Hoagy Carmichael,

Now General Eisenhower and I were alone in his studio. What on earth to say—with those five stars in pentimento on his shoulders, me a nineteen-year-old college student. The problem was more his than mine, but for him it was not a problem.

she was a pistol, utterly unafraid to speak truth, no matter how ugly, to anyone, no matter how powerful.