"Something essentially mean-minded in me wanted to probe deeper for a raw nerve, for the great leveler that is at the heart of all personal journalism, wherein the noblest human might be made pedestrian at least for the length of time it took to read the article: ' Faulkner was laughably short,' or 'Churchill, fat as a toad, coughed up his last bite of flan,' or 'Eisenhower, despite his questionable talents in World War II, appeared ill at ease and simple-minded during an after-dinner conversation at Stokely Van Camp's winter home at Hobe Sound.'"

Sundog, Jim Harrison