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Back To The Front Page
For years, I spent an hour every morning with The New York Times. It wasn’t that different from repeating a mantra or concentrating on the breath. Stories, like thoughts, would come and go; in time, it dawned on me that “objectivity” was pure myth, since no two people, journalists included, see the same event in the same way.
January 1976
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories
Surviving The Symposium
We’re unsure whether to go. “I don’t want to hear about how we haven’t got much time left,” I lament.
June 1975
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