The New YorkerThe Girl Who Fixed the Umlautverified_publisherThe New Yorker - Nora EphronThere was a tap at the door at five in the morning. She woke up. Shit. Now what? She’d fallen asleep with her Palm Tungsten T3 in her hand. It would take only a moment to smash it against the wall and shove the battery up the nose of whoever was out there annoying her. She went to the door. “I know …
The New YorkerThe Very Comical Lament of Pyramus and Thisbeverified_publisherThe New Yorker - Susan Sontag(An Interlude)WALL: Thus have I, Wall, my part dischargèd so;And being done, thus Wall away doth go.—“A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act V Scene 1. THISBE: It’s not here anymore. PYRAMUS: It separated us. We yearned for each other. We grew apart. THISBE: I was always thinking about it. PYRAMUS: I thought …
The New YorkerLGA—ORDverified_publisherThe New Yorker - Ian FrazierThen, Beckett decided to become a commercial pilot. . . . “I think the next little bit of excitement is flying,” he wrote to McGreevy. “I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot.”—“Samuel Beckett,” by Deirdre Bair. Gray bleak final …
The New YorkerAcross the Street and Into the Grillverified_publisherThe New Yorker - E. B. WhiteThis is my last and best and true and only meal, thought Mr. Pirnie as he descended at noon and swung east on the beat-up sidewalk of Forty-fifth Street. Just ahead of him was the girl from the reception desk. I am a little fleshed up around the crook of the elbow, thought Pirnie, but I commute …
The New YorkerThe American Literary Sceneverified_publisherThe New Yorker - James ThurberI have but now returned to England, and to my tranquil pen, after spending six interesting, rather, but scarcely restful weeks in America. It had been my purpose in setting out, or perhaps I should say my thought, to look at, but not exactly to examine, in the journalistic sense of the word, what …
The New YorkerWhy We Laugh—or Do We?verified_publisherThe New Yorker - Robert BenchleyIn order to laugh at something, it is necessary (1) to know what you are laughing at, (2) to know why you are laughing, (3) to ask some people why they think you are laughing, (4) to jot down a few notes, (5) to laugh. Even then, the thing may not be cleared up for days. All laughter is merely a …
