Thomas Mann faced the happy embarrassment of being wrong in a prediction he had made in 1930. The prediction (in A Sketch of My Life): "I have a feeling that I shall die at the same age as my mother [70], in 1945." At his Pacific Palisades home near Los Angeles, Author Mann looked fit despite a slight head cold, smoked his usual two cigars a day (with a liqueur on the side), smoked cigarets the rest of the time, walked his daily two miles "against the sea breeze," and was 500 pages along on a new novel...
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