Late-Night Pretension

For those of you who are sick of me talking about things you don't care about, I've got a treat: someone else's writing.

Granted, you still might not care about what Joseph Epstein has to say, but it is important, and I agree with every word of it, and he is my favorite living essayist.

I still remember reading his "Confessions of a Low Roller" this summer; in fact, he's probably the only essayist whose name I know, offhand.

Christopher Hitchens, I suppose. Lance Morrow. But I don't like either of them too much. And they have that "columnist" feel to them.

O.k. That's enough of this. Sleep now.