Although I worked very long hours, I lived in a penthouse in Union Square.

Now, to a human audience, I need to explain that if Penthouse magazine had a marine mammal edition, this would be the centerfold.

For on the surface, Lyndon Johnson should have had everything in the world to feel good about in those last years, in the sense that he had been elected to the presidency he had all the money he needed to pursue any leisure activity he wanted he owned a spacious ranch in the countryside, a penthouse in the city, sailboats, speedboats.