Democrats are choosing joy. How much of it can one nation endure?
Mercy me, how much joy can one nation endure? By the umpteenth invocation of the J-word, I could think only of Dorothy Parker’s famously acerbic reaction to reading A. A. Milne’s “The House at Pooh Corner.” Parker, who wrote the Constant Reader column for The New Yorker, said of Pooh: “Tonstant Weader Fwowed up.”
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