I write today to order three more copies of The Unicorn. You see, I keep giving my dog-eared, margin-scribbled copies away to friends who I hope will be as inspired and comforted by Lindbergh's words as I am.
When my spirit is troubled, I do not need to muddle around in some author's clever obscurities. I need A.M.L. who has "been there" to talk with me in her honest, beautifully fluid way.
If I could "do lunch" with any woman in history, it would be Anne Morrow Lindbergh. She would be herself and I could be me. But "two citadels stand fast."