I have made a glorious discovery: By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept is one of the most artful books I have ever had the privilege of reading. It is embarrassing to admit, but I have been skipping down the streets of Madrid like a school girl with this book. I read, smile, go away, and repeat. It is not the content, it is the elegance of the expression. I have searched 30 years or more for a writer who could make words sing like this… Writing well is not the same as living well, but it helps me detect the difference.