A review of
the Broadway revival of BOEING, BOEING in today's
New York Times. The reviewer
calls it "Euclidean" because he feels needlessly ashamed of himself for thoroughly enjoying something
once associated with
Jerry Lewis. I'm extrapolating! Often
the New York Times will throw Jerry a bone. Today's mention, if not exactly dismissive, wears an air of knowing (read misinformed) chagrin. Wow! That's the worst sentence ever. More coffee for me! (Pictured, Euclid.)