AINGLORY, NOT GLUTTONY, took me to Budapest. The government esteems the Magyar Külügyi Intézet, the Institute of International Affairs. So the invitation to give lectures and seminars made me hope I might do some good. The Institute was full of learning and vibrancy. To go to the opera was like being locked in a jewel casket: plush and intimate, yet grand and glorious (though an over-zealous director managed to make irrational but unexotic).
