[After TV] It no longer seemed strange to us that Francois Sagan should drive her car in bare feet. Even life behind the tweed curtain of the British Isles assumed a new plausibility as our girls abandoned visual values in favor or coarse cloth and socks and low heels.

Tactility drove us to paper-backs, to the wraparound space of the small car that you put on like your pants, and to skin-diving, small boats, water-skiing…