Falling short of perfection is a process that just never stops.
Amid chaos of images, we value coherence. We believe in the printed word. And we believe in clarity. And we believe in immaculate syntax. And in the beauty of the English language.
We have a policy at The New Yorker, .. That is, if someone doesn't want to be profiled, we drop it. I would like you to show me the same courtesy.
The New Yorker has devoted itself for 59 years not only to facts and literal accuracy but to truth. And truth begins, journalistically, with the facts.
There are other places, surely, for other people, but for me there is one place, Ann Arbor, for there it was I discovered what lifes bright possibilities were.
We need to put in proper safeguards. How are we going to feel if somebody leases to the Taliban?
