Some pity, please, for the family of journalist A.J. Jacobs, whose monomaniacal book stunts must create the kind of domestic unrest that used to exist only in Kaufman-and-Hart plays.
“Mommy, why did Daddy snarl at me when I interrupted his reading?” “Because he’s trying to get through the entire Encyclopedia Britannica, and he’s only as far as Balzac.” “Mommy, why is Daddy wearing a long beard and smelling like road kill?” “Hush, sweetie, he’s obeying the proscriptions of Leviticus.” “Mommy, why has Daddy installed a platform over the toilet?” “Because he’s . . .”
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