The band was rejuvenated by that wonderful day. It breathed new life into us.

The table seemed to have risen a little toward the sky like a mechanical dancing platform, giving the people around it a sense of being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only food, warmed by its only lights.

It is another kind of marriage—the marriage of privilege and duty. It is the aristocrat’s explanation and his excuse.

This is how I learn most of what I know about my children and their friends: by sitting in the driver's seat and keeping quiet.

Written By Anna Quindlen

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