As you know, I fairly regularly pick out the phrase from the arts section of the New York Times that best expresses the mysterious essence of the arts section of the New York Times for reasons I myself do not pretend to understand. Today's phrase, which comes from fellow Jerry fan Manohla Dargis, goes a little something like this: "after some conversation and homemade sorbet, I watched a world of wonders unfold." Now, were I to continue to build a magisterial lyric poem from these fragments, so far it would go like this: "After some conversation and homemade sorbet,/ I watched a world of wonders unfold./ Bass was played, largely superfluously,/ by Mr. Brenner./ The crowd for the most part swayed/ in reverent silence."
