On a sunny Friday morning, I rode the ferry across Lago O'Higgins and shared one last lunch with the Chilean cyclists before setting off for Argentina. (theexpeditioner.com)
At our last lunch, on Lexington near 60th, not long before his final illness, he noted with disapproval the anorexic waitresses and expatiated engagingly on why the fashions of androgyny are part and parcel of the propensity for abstraction that is the fatal flaw of Western culture. (firstthings.com)