If I’m not mistaken, this weekly rant about the New Yorker’s ads hasn’t been updated in ages. Come back, R. Callahan, and show us more of your sufferings! The only ad I’ll defend to the death is “Are you missing a piece of your pattern?” For sheer sadness, that phantom fork is up there with Hemingway’s “For sale: baby shoes. Never used.”
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Modern times between the lines
