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Stillman rushes by the Harvard Club entrance at ten past noon and then stops abruptly, almost as if he were attached to a cord that suddenly ran out of slack. His body displays the club’s dress code in full-blown action – he’s got on a light-pink collared shirt, khakis, and loafers – but he has no intention of going inside. He doesn’t wear the dress code; the dress code is him the way a gray tailored suit with a red bow tie is Pee-wee Herman. Weather and level of establishment be blasted – he’s going to look fiercely ready to enter the Harvard Club even when he’s actually heading toward Dunkin’ Donuts, one of his favorite writing haunts.
more from The Best Week Ever Blog.
- “I like everything to be clean, and gray is clean. I feel messy and unclean if I wear other colors.”
- ” Gray is refreshing.”
- “My mom thinks I should branch out, but I can’t imagine that. I don’t know if it’s a condition; I’ve always wondered if there’s a name for it.”