For a connoisseur, living well can also be a work of art
Just before Christmas, Paul Mellon always sits down and names the foals that are scheduled to be born after New Year's at his Virginia estate. It is a larger task than it sounds: there are usually a score or so, and Mellon is not likely to give them naglike names−Dobbin, or Betsy or Mary Sue. Nor, being the aristocrat he is, is he likely to call them anything that sounds vulgar or, God forbid, flashy. No A.J.'s Poppa or Nudie will ever bear...
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