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Nothing Like a DameThis was a real surprise—and on my birthday, Aug. 11, to boot: A grown man, whose parent... |
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Better to Dream Than to Be WokeGstaad—I need it like Boris needs a bleach job. Another birthday, that is. Birthdays ten... |
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Boats and BastardsThey used to say that the primary function of a boat was to be beautiful. I suppose that i... |
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Greece OverboardOn board S/Y Puritan—I’m sailing off the charred eastern coast of Athens where so many... |
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Stranger Than NonfictionReading is the best antidote to debauchery I know of, and I’ve been hitting the books la... |
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A Moveable GreekI am seriously thinking of moving back to London. The family insists on it—New York, the... |
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Dangerous LiaisonsWhat a great week it’s been, what a great mood I’m in; it is almost like being in bed&... |
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It Takes BallsOh, to be in England, and almost die of heat after the Austrian Alps. Yes, Sarah Sands, wr... |
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To the Future, and the PastSCHLOSS WOLFSEGG—I was watching two very old men slowly approaching the open doors of th... |
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Rose’s Tinted GlassesI write this on my last day in the Bagel, and it sure is a scorcher. Heat and humidity so ... |
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Summers in the HamptonsThe feeling of summertime abandonment is here—the Hamptons are overflowing with mouth-fr... |
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J.F.K.s PimpNEW YORK, N.Y.—This week fifty years ago saw the assassination of Robert Kennedy, a man ... |
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What Price Normandy?Back in New York and digesting the five glorious days I spent in Normandy. What was the fi... |
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Café DispatchesPEGASUS BRIDGE, NORMANDY—We’re taking morning coffee at the Gondree Café (skirting ... |
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