Here It Is

Thursday, October 11 — No doubt some visitors wondered if we’d wandered off and gotten lost in some dusty corridor, and become bemused by a dusty old volume of back issues from a previous century. No, not this time.

We have been nudging tiny little patches of magnetism one way and another, making piles and stacks of them, knocking them over accidentally, spilling coffee on them, brushing them with our frayed coatsleeves, arguing with them, threatening them, bribing them, pleasing with them, nearly despairing of them, and, finally, somehow, coercing them, to organize themselves in such a way that they have produced this map, showing where readers can pick up copies of our venerable and, at the moment, somewhat exhausted paper. For free.

We shall return. We generally do. But we have other fish to fry at the moment.