THE HOUSE is an easy hour by car from the wall-to-wall insanity of midtown Manhattan, situated in one of the bedroom communities just over the Connecticut line. It's not an especially palatial house – the wing which houses the indoor swimming pool cost as much to build as the main structure – but it's certainly comfortable enough, and serves its function well. It's function these days is to accommodate a man who not so very long ago was at the center of the game of madness that lives across the bridge in New York.