In the invention of Time, luce and his partner, Briton Hadden, are chalk and cheese when they meet at Hotchkiss and Yale.
There he insinuates himself with the locals as the new bootlegger and begins stalking luce and her two charges.
As luce well puts it: Mr Kagan denies America is in relative decline—and mistakenly insists there is no economic evidence for it.
Hadden was the lead editor for Time, luce the business manager, but luce was a journalistic genius no doubt.
"I Am a luce Lady," says one banner featuring a picture of Ann Coulter.
Mrs. luce became frantic, for she had believed from the first that her husband would never return.
I told her to tell luce about it, but that didn't seem to soothe her much.
luce, her captain, since the flagship was no more, was senior officer.
"We men are hard or soft as you women make us, luce," he said quietly.
"Don't squdge me too fur," repeated Mr. luce, clinging to the most expressive warning he could muster just then.