Wednesday, March 24, 2004

Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I'm really not that bad when I'm not sober, though.
There is sometimes a dreadfully earnest, ponderous style to the New York intelligentsia. You see it in the writing and you hear it when they discuss worthy matters in a worthy tone. As the conversation shifts to the philospohical paradigm de jour, so do their voices. New York writers do not discuss. They declaim at each other, they intone, like Roman senators addressing the forum. Then their voices go back to normal when they pop out to buy a sandwich.
Eurotrash, formally on this but I can't help suspecting it is really just an attack against all her New York friends. If I promise not to discuss Austrian Economics at brunch anymore will you lay off, ET?