bROWN lOAFERS*

If I had it my way, which of course I never will, I’d eating nothing but chocolaty bonbons and salted nutmeats. I’d smoke nothing but hand-tailored French cigarettes, drink the finest cognacs and wear the softest yarns and cashmere. As it is, I eat pastas and day-old bread, smoke bargain basement cigarettes, drink faucet water and wear thrift store cast-offs and brown loafers.