A Letter From The Publisher, Sep. 23, 1957

IN T. S.Eliot's The Cocktail Party, a Broadway success eight seasons ago, a middle-aged character complains to an acquaintance: "I am obsessed by the thought of my own insignificance." His friend, a psychiatrist who understands him well, poetically replies:

Precisely. And I could make you feel


And you would imagine it a marvellous cure;

And you would go on, doing such

amount of mischief

As lay within your power—until you

came to grief.

Half of the harm that is done in

this world

Is due to people who want to feel


For a fine example of life imitating art, see the Cover Story in NATIONAL AFFAIRS,...

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