November 26, 2008

Commentary: The meaning of life

I was crammed into a middle seat. The guy in front was practically in my lap, and I had my arms drawn in tightly as I pecked furiously on the keyboard. God glanced over. "What are you working on?" He asked. "A column," I said. "About you, in fact." He lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? What did I do now?"

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