Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Obituary for a Grammarian

The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town
To one correspondent she sent a beautiful letter, frank and kind, needlessly grateful, which ended with the sentence “Please forget about me.” Of course, we never could and we never will.
The Grammarian of the New Yorker dies at age 87, five years after a stroke forced her out of her office. All die, few have such a fine obituary.

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