The Country's Present Supply Of Foreign News

News Is Like The Tilefish Which Appears In Great Schools Off The Atlantic Coast Some Years And Then Vanishes, No One Knows Whither Or For How Long. Newspapers Might Employ These Periods Searching For The Breeding Grounds Of News, But They Prefer To Fill Up With Stories About Kurdled Kurds Or Calvin Coolidge, Until The Banks Close Or A Hitler Marches, When They Are As Surprised As Their Readers.

In The Light Of What Proust Wrote With So Mild A Stimulus, It Is The World's Loss That He Did Not Have A Heartier Appetite. On A Dozen Gardiner's Island Oysters, A Bowl Of Clam Chowder, A Peck Of Steamers, Some Bay Scallops, Three Sauteed Soft-shelled Crabs, A Few Ears Of Fresh Picked Corn, A Thin Swordfish Steak Of Generous Area, A Pair Of Lobsters, And A Long Island Duck, He Might Have Written A Masterpiece.

I Can Write Better Than Anybody Who Can Write Faster, And I Can Write Faster Than Anybody Who Can Write Better.

I Met A Keen Observer Who Gave Me A Tip: 'if You Run Across A Restaurant Where You Often See Priests Eating With Priests, Or Sporting Girls With Sporting Girls, You May Be Confident That It Is Good. Those Are Two Classes Of People Who Like To Eat Well And Get Their Money's Worth.'

The Primary Requisite For Writing Well About Food Is A Good Appetite. Without This, It Is Impossible To Accumulate, Within The Allotted Span, Enough Experience Of Eating To Have Anything Worth Setting Down.