[English aristocrat adjusting his monocle voice] I say, old boy. That can't possibly be the name of your government mortgage company.

Pleased to report that at 94, John McPhee is still writing in Kedit

(the fact that this was possible at all would probably let you guess my age to within five years)

In the same way that these two characters both tell basically the same story of a man whose misanthropy and mental illness is allowed to run unchecked by the people around him because he’s a wealthy white man in America, but one glamourizes him while the other does not

“We groomed a young man into the perfect assassin, who now cries every time he has to do a job” but one is a beautiful disaffected supermodel and one is a freaky little sex pest goblin