When I was about 14 years old, a librarian offered me a copy of A Thurber Carnival, by this guy James Thurber. Who he? I was soon reading The Night the Bed Fell and crying real, but silent (shhhhhh!), tears of laughter at my desk in the reading room. The librarian tiptoed over to me and asked, with alarm: “Peter, are you alright?” In fact I’d never been better.
When I was about 14 years old, a librarian offered me a copy of A Thurber Carnival, by this guy James Thurber. Who he? I was soon reading The Night the Bed Fell and crying real, but silent (shhhhhh!), tears of laughter at my desk in the reading room. The librarian tiptoed over to me and asked, with alarm: “Peter, are you alright?” In fact I’d never been better.