The Press: An Instinct for the Center

His was a long day's journey into night. Stewart Alsop knew that he was soon to die; he bore the knowledge gallantly and wrote about it with unpitying candor.

It was almost three years ago that Alsop discovered that he had leukemia, and doctors gave him roughly a year to live. But his disease proved atypical, and he lived beyond his allotted span. The best description the doctors could find for it was "smoldering leukemia," and between periods of hospitalization he had remissions during which he felt fine, wrote his columns and sometimes even...