Dan, Dan. You've got the Pulitzer, now put down the Scrabble dictionary and step away from the word processor before some poor bastard loses an i. Frankly, Dan — and you know what devoted readers we are — it's just that when you get giddy, the sylababble alights from your lead paras like bees scrambled to intercept a Big Gulp. It's as if you'd become inhabited by a twee Flemish scribe who's spent most of the 13th century chained to a dungeon wall. Well, ok, that Kate Moss line is brilliant. Oh, what the hell, carry on.
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