This morning I was waiting at the subway station, sitting at the end of a row of benches, reading the latest issue of the New Yorker. A woman was sitting next to me. At one point I looked over and noticed that she, too, was reading the New Yorker, and I felt an immediate solidarity with her. I mean, diversity is a great thing, but sometimes it’s nice to run across someone who obviously shares so many qualities with you. What is it about the New Yorker?

Now, if we had been reading the same article… that would have been something.