Wednesday, February 7, 2007
It was easy to welcome back Brian Williams tonight, attired as he was in what was obviously a transitional tie. It was a solid this time, deep grey with a sheen to it. This cravat was reminiscent of elegant heirloom silver that was slightly tarnished: understated yet with an unmistakeable note of richness. I clap my hands as the royals do in their box at Wimbledon, Mr. Williams, at my waist and just above my lap, and ever-so-lightly as if they were gloved. "Bravo!" I whisper, "Well played!"
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