Luckily in appearance, Ira was the opposite of his room. He disliked personal slovenliness. His chinos were always pressed. He appreciated clothes, though shopping for them dismayed him, so Elsbeta chose the cashmere jackets and silk ties. His size thirty- four in suits and fifteen in shirts never changed; his diet never changed, except when Harriet and David came to visit, and he had to give up meat. He did not care much about museums or entertainment of any kind, theater, movies, restaurants, ballet, or opera. She could not understand how he could live in the greatest cultural center of the world---next to Paris and Vienna---and be indifferent to culture. He said he was indifferent to wherever he lived. All he needed was a piece of pencil and some paper. "My world is in here," he tapped
