Some years back I attended a wedding at a fashionable Manhattan club. Le tout New York was there. The bride was a long-stemmed American beauty, highly thought of in her profession. The groom was one of those Englishmen whose recent best seller depicted his death-defying struggle to survive a desert trek through the back of beyond. Glasses were raised, the happy couple stepped out on the dance floor, and the groom in plummy accents promised us all to “take care of her.” . . .
