Mind and body are not to be taken lightly. Their connection is intimate and mysterious, and better mapped by poets than pornographers.

Huge herds of vigorous, curious, open-eyed Americans freely roaming the world are, it seems to me, quite possibly a vital national resource today as at no other time in our history.

Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts . . .

Rumor and gossip, like sound itself, appear to travel by wave-effect, sheer preposterosity being no barrier.

The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.

The Federal Building's large Ceremonial Courtroom, reserved for show trials, is veneered in executive teak. Bench, counsel tables, jury boxes, entrances, and exits -- all are as formally arranged as an Elizabethan stage. Only the drama is shapeless, at least to those of us who have never seen a trial before. We see only random movements, sequences, comings and goings, no form or agenda apparent. To us the action is less like watching a play than watching an aquarium.

Natural villains are hard to come by, what with all the shrinks and social-scientist types threatening to understand everybody into the ground.