Oh William! [antikvár]

would like to say a few things about my first husband, Wilham. William has lately been through some very sad events- many of us have—but I would like to mention them, it feels almost a compulsion; he is seventy-one years old now. My second husband, David, died last year, and in my grief for him I have felt grief for William as well. Grief is such a—oh, it is such a solitary thing; this is the terror of it, I think. It is like sliding down the outside of a really long glass building while nobody sees you. But it is William I want to speak of here. His name is William Gerhardt, and when we married I took his last name, even though at the time it was not fash-