Edwin H. Friedman complaining about totalitolerance before it was cool
A review of and reflection upon Fyodor Dostoevsky’s brief and beautiful tragedy White Nights.
In which I explain briefly that I read and enjoyed a Wodehouse novel; the reader somehow derives a little second-hand enjoyment from the fact of that.
'Pardon me, m'lord,' said Beach. 'A Mr Wapshott is on the telephone, desirous of speaking to you. He implied that the matter was of importance–' Lord Vosper came out of his trance. 'Wapshott?' 'Yes, m'lord. He stated that he represented the firm of Wapshott, Wapshott, Wapshott and Wapshott.' 'Reminds me,' said Gally, who never let… Continue reading Shapiro, Shapiro, Shapiro and Shapiro