In Praise Of Obesity
June, 1965
It's Natural that I should be proud of being fat. A few months ago in California I found myself on a surfboard—not, I must admit, without a certain amount of effort, not the least part of which I had expended simply in getting us both into the water. I can't pretend I succeeded in staying on the board for very long, but I floated around it for a time and at length felt sufficiently rested to start the exhausting journey back over the rocks and across the hot sands to the spot from which I had hi...
