I’ll begin with the story that appeared in the Review shortly after I left the States—a story, I might add, I learned about purely by chance, nearly two full years after it was published. That this story happened to contain facts to which I was privy has no doubt led you to conclude that I had some hand in it, but it is a matter of record that the name attached to it was not mine. I gave you my word that day in my apartment—the last time I saw you, as it turns out—and I will not do so again. If you know me so little after all we shared, there’s no point in trying to absolve myself.
so he never wrote that story... good for him, I guess, he should have! we're not taking about some scandals with hushed up affairs with the help or secret babies! we're talking about murder and Nazi sympathisers!!!
