I was then in Germany, attracted thither by the wars in that country, which have not yet been brought to a termination; and as I was returning to the army from the coronation of the Emperor, the setting in of winter arrested me in a locality where, as I found no society to interest me, and was besides fortunately undisturbed by any cares or passions, I remained the whole day in seclusion[^1], with full opportunity to occupy my attention with my own thoughts.
You know someone had to send those reporters out on their mission: editor speaks tersely into phone. “This looks like a job for SALISBURY!” Spidy and Poteet, blue with periodic cramps and protesting all the way, are rushed off to Saigon; Lippmann goes to Columbia to get the other side of the picture and the Times Literary Supplement comes out with a double issue. Iron Myke crawls back under the City Desk with the Dean of Women; Drew Pearson reveals that Linda is a dyke and her paramour is a Homuncula grown illicitly with cuttings stolen from Gov. Lurleen’s personal physician.
Harrison Salisbury (Wikipedia) Harrison Evans Salisbury (November 14, 1908 – July 5, 1993) was an American journalist and the first regular New York Times correspondent in Moscow after World War II.
