MEMORIES

Seventy years ago, as a sixteen year old Freshman at Harvard, I sat in the newly opened undergraduate Lamont Library and listened to a recording of Christopher Fry’s comedy The Lady’s Not For Burning.  I was impossibly young and irredeemably romantic.  I loved it.

I have just pulled up the text of the play on my computer and read it straight through.  Tears came to my eyes.  I love it still.