A day of detective work. On the round oak table, an entire life's worth of letters. The mountainous correspondence of a co-founder of the Paris Review. Given a first name signed on a letter, one must determine the correct surname. Some are easy, others may never be pinned down. A New Yorker cartoonist is sussed out by the familiar scrawl of his initials. In another letter, a famous author has included glossy color photographs of himself in exercise garb demonstrating the proper way to execute deep-knee bends. He writes that he "hopes these never find their way to Vanity Fair". They are passed around the office for everyone's amusement. Other b&w photos of young americans in Paris. Smiling 1950s faces that all must be matched up with names.