On Babies

by Oronte Churm Readers of my regular dispatches for McSweeney’s Internet Tendency email me to say, “Oronte, you’re so erudite, so urbane! Your prose sparkles like a gin bottle at the dump! How is it you’re still just an adjunct?” To them, I reply: Nothing like a little hot sauce in the old canker sores, […]

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