She no longer lived in a world of speculation or recall and would take nothing on faith when the facts were but a few clicks away. It drove me nuts. I was sick to death of having as my dinner companions Wikipedia, About.com, IMDb, the Height guide, Time out New York, a hundred Tumbles, the New York Times, and People Magazine. Was there not some strange forgotten pleasure in reveling in our ignorance? Would we just be wrong?

To Rise Again at a Decent Hour