trunks next to Harry Kurnitz on the beach in Biarritz (summer of 1952) with Irving Lazar, (all three standing)
and Marian (sitting) holding Adam. At the time, Irwin didn't know that the Paris Review was (then) a front for
the CIA. Wishing he'd gone to Princetown instead of Brooklyn college, he was generous with time, advice and
meals to the young Ivy-leaguers... They'd all later become friends.