This morning (this was in January), I summoned up every ounce of the misanthropic city-dwelling spirit of Fran Leibowitz energy, as I walked through a film crew at my entrance to the park with my breviary and morning coffee “How many mornings will you be here?” I ask a PA with the most thin of all possible veils over my annoyance.
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This morning (this was in January), I summoned up every ounce of the misanthropic city-dwelling spirit of Fran Leibowitz energy, as I walked through a film crew at my entrance to the park with my breviary and morning coffee “How many mornings will you be here?” I ask a PA with the most thin of all possible veils over my annoyance.