Sometimes when I get home at night in Washington I feel as though I had been in a great traffic jam.
If some great catastrophe is not announced every morning, we feel a certain void. Nothing in the paper today, we sigh.
Evergreen had opened up a whole new world to me. There I met many internationally celebrated people: there I was surrounded by the best art and music, as well as conversation. I knew I could never return to the life I had led before.