Yannis Is Still Single

Yannis is still single. You may ask what that really means. Or you may ask how he came to be single.

For instance, how single is he? Very single or just a little bit?

Bernard Fuster, of the Lower East Side, wants to know if Yannis was always single.

Beatrice wants to know what peanut butter has to do with two spaniels.

Anna Eisler writes from Acapulco, Mexico to say that she has found a large crab in her luggage.

Winnie, of Lake Placid, New York, wants to know if Yannis likes the fantasy novels of Michael Moorcock, and if so can she have his contact information.

Bernard Fuster, again, wants to know if Yannis was always single.

Denis and Lynette, this week of San Diego, California, write to know if this is the same Yannis about whom they have heard so much previously. They add with cheerful sagacity that baby Cadence grows incrementally every day.

The present King of France insists that he is not bald.

Samiha says she doesn't like it when Stanley Cavell writes about film.

Bernard Fuster sends a correction: He has no interest in the singlehood, or singularity, or singleton status, or solitary nature, or anything like that, of Yannis. In fact, he goes on to insist, he has already begun to doubt the very possibility of anyone, ever, being truly and deeply single.

Socrates writes to affirm that interior decorating is no longer his calling. It's raising capital, and just raising capital, and lots of it.

Charmaine wants you to know that she is working on her blog.

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