The sword that hangs over us at this moment, forgive me, Republicans, many of whom I count as true friend, is Mitt Romney. I have never been so uneasy in my life. Call me on Wednesday. He is not so much an unknown as an empty suit, a bully, and a man who changes postures as some change their clothes. I'm scared.
But today I saw a movie that actually made me forget the election: A LATE QUARTET. Rush. It is an argument for art like none I have seen before, and I am grateful and cleansed by the experience.
Along with other disasters, my MAC, preceding the disaster, died, and I have now to go to the Apple store on 5th(I am at the one on the West Side,) to see how much, if any of it, can be saved.
These are the times that try men's heels. Are you listening, Mitt?