This cottage belonged to Hemingway for a time. He wrote "The Dangerous Summer" here. It seems that celebrity haunts both our homes. Very different ghosts, through. And this is, as they say, where the magic happens. All my tomes begin here on a 1920s Underwood 5, once owned by John Cheever, I'm told. And on those rare occasions that I can't come up with a word, I simply just get out of my chair, and I go and look it up. Like the caveman. Quite the collection. All first editions? I pride myself on rare items. To wit, my sole working print of my memoirs. No copies? No, not until the work is complete. I find that duplication somehow compromises the soul of the prose. Oh, my subject recordings. You noted the research that went into "Society", well, there it all is-- hundreds of hours of one-on-one interviews with the key players. As a fan, you might be interested to know that I'll be reinterviewing David Clarke's daughter for my memoirs. Amanda Clarke? How fascinating.