I didn't think it was possible, but there is a person in this country who is even more Scroogy than I am. His name is Christopher Hitchens, and he writes for Slate magazine, and I might have to marry him. So what if he is already married? So what if he is a boozy old Commie? The heart is a lonely hunter.
Read my fiance's article, "Tis the Season to Be Incredulous: The Moral and Aesthetic Nightmare of Christmas", here.
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