...the tennis balls long since dead, the candles blowing out at the table in the main dining room where Douglas Dillon and his wife and George Ball and his wife and Robert McNamara and Arthur Schlesinger are sitting (not eating, no dinner has arrived, no dinner will arrive), the pale linen curtains in the main dining room blowing out, the rain on the parquet floor, the isolation, the excitement, the tropical storm.
Imperfect memories.
Time yet for a hundred indecisions.
A hundred visions and revisions."
Joan Didion, The Last Thing He Wanted, p.226
