The
New Yorker used to employ little humorous filler paragraphs to fill out the last column-inch or two at the end of one of its intelligent but interminable John McPhee or Elizabeth Drew dissertations. One recurring gag was "Press Releases [or Solicitations, or Invitations, or Direct Mail Appeals, etc] We Never Finished Reading." When I got to
I've been literally buried with responses from the Craigslist post...
Well...
cordially,
Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist.