—IMMANUEL KANT1 For a few days I brought along Saul Bellow’s novel Herzog so I could feel a little better than everyone else in line. —DON J. SNYDER, THE CLIFF WALK2 I’m Chevy Chase … and you’re not. —CHEVY CHASE, “WEEKEND UPDATE” FROM SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE3 When my eldest daughter was four years old, she attended a day care center close to where I worked. One day, I came into the center to pick her up and saw her drawing with a piece of chalk on a low-slung chalkboard. She saw me and immediately begged me to help her sketch some people. I did, but, coincidentally, one of her friends had been drawing right next to her. Just as my daughter began to draw again, the girl’s mom showed up. The first thing her mom saw were my drawings next to her own daughter’s age-appropriate stick figures. Never have I seen a look of shock and confusion appear so forcefully on a person’s face. “Did she do that … did she do that??!!!!” “No, no, I drew them.” Her expression swiftly changed to embarrassed relief.
