A couple of years ago I signed up for a service which would send me a New Yorker cartoon every few days. Each cartoon would be accompanied by advertising, of course, but still, I love New Yorker cartoons, and was willing to put up with that in exchange for ones showing up serendipitously in my in-box.

Here’s the cartoon which was waiting for me when I woke this morning:

Which is one reason I try not to write about writers.

Who wants to appear as pathetic as that guy?