My favorite time in the publishing company where I

used to work was after hours, when, without phones

ringing, meetings to attend, emergencies to deal with,

and everything else that came up between nine and

five, I could finally get some uninterrupted work done.

I loved seeing a pile of letters stacked neatly in my

"out" box, ready to go the next morning, or finishing

some copy I d been trying to write--a line here and a

line there--for days. I d often stay for hours--you had

to sign out of the building after seven, and ring for the

service elevator after eight, after the passenger ele-

vators were closed down for the night. My assistant,

seeing the work piled up the

to guess what time I d left:

thirty."

next morning, would try

Looks to me like eight-

I was in good company. There were always a few

other young people around who, like me, were willing