In the gently rolling hills of Southern Connecticut, within an hour or two's easy ride from any Manhattan bar, lies the greatest concentration of literary and intellectual celebrities and near-celebrities in the U. S. Some live there all year round, others appear in the summer. Tilling of the soil is widespread; as a topic of conversation it is universal. It was inevitable that one day from this bucolic Parnassus should come forth an urbane country weekly. This week it came forth: the Connecticut Nutmeg, an 8-page tabloid with no pictures except two large...
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