Imagine my horror, as I looked upon the name “Evan Selinger” and thought, “Wait a minute; I’m pretty sure I have taken issue with this dimwit before,” only to find an uncanny calendrical regularity to my issue-taking.

What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness, and say to you, “This post as you now write it and have written it, you will have to write once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence…”