Yet Another Dispatch from the Country of My Ignorance
The very same night, I dreamed that Ron Silliman got a makeover and no one liked it but me. "Don't worry about it," he soothed. "The arrangement of my face is a personal choice." "This is bigger than you," I shouted. I sat down at my desk and scrawled a letter to the President. "RON SILLIMAN IS TYPOGRAPHICALLY HANDSOME," it read.