The Misanthrope’s Corner

IT’S deadline time and I’m winging it. Usually it takes me four days to do a column: two days to write it, one day to revise it, and one day to polish it. But there’s no time for that now because I waited too long.

I should have started this column a week ago but I have been glued to the TV watching the Come Again Kid deny non-adultery in the wrong verb tense. My deadline is the same day as the State of the Union speech; there’s no telling what will have happened (future perfect) by the time you read this, but I have to write something so I’ll ask you to forego my usual carefully prepared food for thought and take (ink)potluck: a free-associative mélange of some of the things that went through my mind as I watched fate close in on Deep Croak.

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Florence King

Florence King was a contributing editor of National Review.

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IT’S deadline time and I’m winging it. Usually it takes me four days to do a column: two days to write it, one day to revise it, and one day to polish it. But there’s no time for that now because I waited too long.

I should have started this column a week ago but I have been glued to the TV watching the Come Again Kid deny non-adultery in the wrong verb tense. My deadline is the same day as the State of the Union speech; there’s no telling what will have happened (future perfect) by the time you read this, but I have to write something so I’ll ask you to forego my usual carefully prepared food for thought and take (ink)potluck: a free-associative mélange of some of the things that went through my mind as I watched fate close in on Deep Croak.