I have been terribly behind in my New Yorker magazine reading, or so I realized when a friend of mine who is moving house handed me a bagful of them. If it was one less thing for him to have to move, so much the better.
Like other, equally shallow people I know, I begin my examination of each issue by zipping past Talk of the Town so that I might dive straight into the cartoons. If I see any articles that catch my eye along the way, I read them last.
Well, today, soaking in my tub, I came across this:
It made me very, very happy indeed.
That’s all. Attempts at explanation would be pointless.