Monday, April 3, 2017
The unknown reader
Readers, today we gather together for a tragic occasion. One among you is gone. Let us all hang our heads in a moment of silence.
I have often answered the question "How many people read clerkmanifesto?" with the answer "Always one fewer than the last time I checked." That small piece of humor has come home to roost darkly on the battered old steel fence surrounding the clerkmanifesto yard. At the start of March there were 30 email subscribers among you, but when the last day of March came there were but 29. I did not see this dear reader go, but they are gone.
As Shakespeare once said:
“When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
Let this post be our memorial to this dear, and now dead, unknown reader.
How do I know that this unsubscribed reader died?
Ah, I merely hope it is so. Any other reason is too sad to contemplate.