“I recognize limitations in the sense that I’ve read Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky and Shakespeare … Aside from that I don’t think of limiting myself.”

Markle followed Ernie down the ladder to the liberty launch and they elbowed through their crowded shipmates to the starboard combing. 

In the winter of 1952, I received a telephone call from my mother, Jane Canfield. There was to be an evening party at my parents’ house on Thirty-eighth Street, she told me. “A Harper’s party,” she added, Harper’s being the publishing house…