We climb the stairs to the first floor of Ca’della Corte and mill about around the long dining room table. Liza says, out of the blue: “Persiflage…” “Persiflage?” I say. […]
The difference between the almost-right word and the right word is really a large matter—it’s the difference between the lightning-bug and the lightning. That was Mark Twain, not me, but [...]