I’m not quite myself tonight. Not only has the ghastly heat and fetor here in Gotham reduced me to a gibbering wretch, but at the end of the day I visited my periodontist, Dr. Louis Franzetti, who implanted two small screws in my upper jaw, as part of an ongoing cakehole-reconstruction project roughly on the scale of Boston’s Big Dig. Dr. Franzetti is a man of Christlike mercy and incomparable skill, but in the dolorous aftermath of such a skull-piercing I have decided to forgo mental acuity in favor of the palliative blessings of organic chemistry. So no post tonight.
I wouldn’t want you to leave empty-handed, though! So here is a little video clip I’m sure you will enjoy, with a hat tip to Dr. F. himself.