A couple of weeks ago, the New York Times ran a photo of author and historian William Manchester on Page One. His face was the image of despair--diluted blue eyes, a ladder of creases on his forehead--though if one did not read the story that the photo illustrated, it might have appeared that Manchester had been caught at a moment of alert creativity. The story, however, was about his inability to create, to write. At age 79, paralyzed in his left leg by two strokes suffered after his wife's death in 1998, he finds that he cannot complete the third volume...
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