Edited by Daniel B. Stone, MB
I cannot remember when I was first aware of E. B. White. Perhaps it was when his column in The New Yorker, "The Talk of the Town," became the talk of the town everywhere, or when I read his magnificent verses about the trials and tribulations of a father in search of a straw hat for his year-old son. Whenever it was that I came across him, I have made the effort to keep within hailing distance ever since and greeted "The Points of My Compass" with a loud view-halloo. His explanation for the title, "Letters From the East, the West, the North, the South," could suggest to some that profound form of disorientation which characterizes certain situations in which the brain goes soft. The fact is they came from White, and that is enough. The essays are vintage wine for the connoisseur.