As a gentleman of leisure, I can think of no more pleasant place to while those idle Tuesdays than at the NEW YORK SOCIETY LIBRARY. (My accountant says I should mention the cost: $150 a yearpeanuts, don\'t you know.) There I am, with ascot and eyepiece, poring over a bound copy of The Atlantic Monthly (April 1883)how the old covers leave chocolate smudges on my unsunned hands! There I am in the open stackswhat\'ll it be today, old boy? Nigel Dennis or Dennis Wheatley? E. Phillips Oppenheim, methinksthough Autobiography of a Quack looks rather charming. I settle on Powell\'s life of Aubrey, then settle into the luxe Members\' Room, all ancient light and recent periodicals. I emerge at six bells and wait kerb-side, only to realize my driver is on holiday. Here comes the M79.