If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes. ↗
It was a presidential election year, and as a member of a consortium of Ivy League radio stations, we participated in 'network' coverage of election night. ↗