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Some people are great believers in the power of making lists in the fight against encroaching chaos and entropy. I am even related to some such people. My own mileage has varied, it must be said.

But I am growing desperate. Surrounded by multiplying signs of displacement, swirling disorder, a Charybdis of disarray, I grasp at straws. Here is the first list. In no particular order, this Sunday included:

pain chocolat
coffee
photographs
revisions
Ibsen (in translation)
fencenets
eggplant
no comic books after all

I am not certain this will help, but I am resolved to keep an open mind.