I am having a wonderful, illuminating, entertaining time reading the letters of...

I am having a wonderful, illuminating, entertaining time reading the letters of E.B. White. I came across this line last night and underlined it. White writes, in a letter to his brother, about his predilection for writing about “impertinences and irrelevancies.”
Which leads him to this insight: “sometimes in writing of myself . . . I have occasionally had the exquisite thrill of putting my finger on a little capsule of truth.”
These letters are chock-a-block with those little capsules of tr...