or she
treasures
most. The
genial
William
Lyon
Phelps,
essayist
and
professor
of
literature
at Yale,
learned
this
lesson
early in
life.
“When I
was eight
years old
and was
spending a
weekend
visiting
my Aunt
Libby
Linsley at
her home
in
Stratford
on the
Housatonic,”
he wrote
in his
essay on
Human
Nature, “a
middle-aged
man called
one
evening,
and after
a polite
skirmish
with my
aunt, he
devoted
his
attention
