Bojo Rolo Takes Two To Tango
October, 1961
There's no bitterness so numbing as to find oneself sitting in the shambles of one's life, regarding the wreckage of the years. A decade ago, I learned something about wines. They seemed unnecessarily confusing to me, so eventually I wrote a book about them, to clear things up. The book may well have been crystal, but too long, so then I wrote a short one, which I thought of fondly as a grape caught in amber. And there I rested, until I overheard a conversation in a restaurant while I waited for...
