Wes Phillips

Mark Fleischmann, knowing my fascination with Harry Beck's London Tube Map, sends along this tasty variation.

Albert Fuller has died. I enjoyed his playing a lot and, the one time I met him—we shared the elevator to Weill Recital Hall—he was gracious enough to tell me about the night he met Igor Stravinsky.

Oxford quantum scientist David Deutsche thinks he's proved they do. BTW, he thinks time travel is possible, too. Calling Dr. Who . . . .

Dean Starkman posits: "As a Burkean liberal and paleo-librarian of longstanding, like many of you, The Audit has long understood that the Chicago Cubs represent all that is good in this life: the sun (day baseball); nature (ivy); tradition (a mechanical scoreboard); openness to alternative points of view and information from foreign, underdeveloped cultures (inning-by-inning out-of-town scores, even from the American League); transparency (W or L flags run up the scoreboard after games); nourishment (smokey links); democracy (I’m sure George Will or someone can help with that); free market capitalism (ditto) and prudent market regulation (see: Krugman)."

The Christian Science Monitor took the occasion of Marcel Marceau's death to reprint its 1974 interview with the mime.

The Lord of the Rings would have ended quite differently if Tolkien's drinking buddies hadn't talked him out of it.