15 March 2008

Guess who I wish was coming to dinner.

Unlike coffee, olives, and Virginia Woolf, and like Joni Mitchell, Katharine Hepburn was an acquired taste for me. Once acquired, the need, like the need for coffee, has become rather insatiable. It began a number of years ago, as I was about to embark on an academic career at Hepburn's alma mater, Bryn Mawr College. I left Bryn Mawr after a year, but the lady stays with me.

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