I doubt if it ends. A blog posting sometimes prefig- ures, sometimes recalls an experience extruded by met- aphor. This morning Thorny, my English Cocker, exuber- ant to be feeling swell af- ter a long run in a frosty meadow, careened into my desk and demolished a clas- sic lamp from Artemide, one of two from the year of its release. A predecessor of his, Robbie, munched a first edition of Alexander Pope. Pillage doesn't have a la- tent punctuation, but among the options, the full stop is the last one imaginable. Still, the picture makes a point. It can be amusing.