Moynihan was talking. I don't think people ever understood how smart the guy is. He is smashing company, he was talking about seven people being shot in East Harlem and nobody noticing it, when the tale of seven dead on St. Valentine's Day in Chicago had lasted for a century. Soon there were no rolls left and they were ordering more big cold beers. Finally, over delightful conversation and wine, we had lunch.
Wine is beautiful.
It's not supposed to score a knockout. It is only 12 percent alcohol in a big good glass. Moynihan had a dry sherry called Tio Pepe. The loss to the language cannot be measured. All of your candidates, your Gores and Liebermans and Hillarys and Bushes, have gone through a year without one of them turning one phrase or uttering a word that would remain in the English language.