Just sent a chapter to a somebody in the snail mail, opened the digital file for a casual glance, and immediately found three typos.

Why does this always happen? It is like a common cosmic irony.

How many things there are in a man’s character, of which his writings, however miscellaneous, or voluminous, will give no idea.
– William Wordsworth, July 29 1803

Finally, from our 7/23 bday celebrant: "When I was younger I was considered quite daring. I wrote that book on the love affair; I flew airplanes; and I translated Greek poetry. Now I spend my mornings writing novels, my afternoons visiting museums, and my evenings talking."