We’d have guessed she was a Sauvignon Blanc girl, and if she’d just come for a visit we’d share a bottle and try to figure out a way to steal her smarts

The Old Hag, unlike pretty much everyone else in the world, is even more witty and well-spoken when drunk. We’re guessing she could drink until she passed out between two PATH stations (as a someone we know did recently) and still compose a sestina, write a novel, and review the new Proust translation.


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