Sublime

She was eating a Three Musketeers Candy Bar. She was wearing tri-focal lenses in harlequin frames,

the American humorist Erma Bombeck, who once professed: ‘I do not participate in any sport with ambulances at the bottom of the hill.’

The Paper Millionaire, by some Arab-turned-Englishman named Roger Shashoua. He sat

“Mr. Constant,” he said, “right now you’re as easy for the Bureau of Internal Revenue to watch as a man on a street corner selling apples and pears. But just imagine how hard you would be to watch if you had a whole office building jammed to the rafters with industrial bureaucrats—men who lose things and use the wrong forms and create new forms and

“The first rule of Flunk Klub,” Aardvark said, “is you don’t talk about Flunk Klub.”