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In the light of what Proust wrote with so mild a stimulus, it is the world's loss that he did not have a heartier appetite. On a dozen Gardiners Island oysters, a bowl of clam chowder, a peck of steamers, some bay scallops, three sautéed soft-shelled crabs, a few ears of fresh-picked corn, a thin swordfish steak of generous area, a pair of lobsters, and a Long Island duck, he might have written a masterpiece.
- a. j. liebling, quoted in "REPORTING IT ALL: A. J. Liebling at one hundred," by DAVID REMNICK, new yorker march 29, 2004
posted March 27, 2004 in print. 20052001