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I thought this was a joke. All the way through the story. I thought this was New Yorker doing, like, covert Shouts and Murmurs. Oh, I get it, I thought--the Saramago and the melatonin are, like, to name-check a yuppie/gay/metrosexual lifestyle.

It's not a joke, apparently.

http://www.newyorker.com/talk/content/articles/060925ta_talk_collins

Question: if I thought this was a joke, for a really long time, does that make me an optimist?