I listened to David Remnick's nuzzling
The New Yorker Radio Hour on Saturday,
not long before reading Maureen Dowd's
follow-up to a column she devoted last
week to her eminence in being noticed.
Fame for being famous is that branding
device, I thought, we'd seen somewhere
before. Strange bedfellows are created
not born, as outlaws pretend to differ.
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