Say what you will, once whispered a friend of mine, there are things in him strong as poison, and original as sin.

For a writer celebrated for his control of his characters’ inner lives, for a husband and father notoriously prickly about his expression of the suburban proprieties — the crewneck Shetland sweater and khakis, the plummy faux-Brahmin accent, the adoring Labrador at his feet, the woodpile neatly stacked and grass hand-scythed — here was scandal in full spate, sludge flooding over his family and friends.

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His belly is a Cesterne of receit, […] A Sabariticke Sea, a depthlesse Gulfe.