When friends die, one\'s own credentials change: one becomes a survivor.
For millennia the cliffs of Capri have sheltered pleasure-s.
Yet I hope that there is room for the remembrance of a friend who knew him-not wisely, perhaps, but fairly well-on an island that was "not his kind of place," but where he came season after season, year after year; and where he, too, will be subsumed into the capacious story.
Graham Greene has already had biographers, one of whom has served him mightily.
When friends die, one\'s own credentials change: one becomes a survivor