There are no disasters, only opportunities. And, indeed, opportunities for fresh disasters.

I’ve gotten a real sense of perspective, having melted my glasses last week.

I do not exaggerate when I say the preceding eight days have been the worst days in the history of humanity, worse than the Black Death, the Spanish Inquisition, and the last season of “Game of Thrones.”

Some context regarding plastic and cars: if you leave a pair of specs on the dashboard of a Toyota and spend three hours at an expensive restaurant where your brother forces you to pay for the family meal because he left his wallet in Hoboken and then your parents reveal that you are actually the last living descendents of Alexander Pushkin, only not the famous Russian poet Alexander Pushkin, but some ne’er-do-well who fled the country because he printed doggerel about the........

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