It was only with great rue that the New Republic's Leon Wieseltier condescended to bestow the grace and blessing of his vote on either of the feeble aspirants for the presidency. But now, moved by the joyful scene in the streets of the District of Columbia, the Sage of Mintwood Place is trying on a new mood:
I decided to make the spell last. I gave away my tickets to a performance of some late Shostakovich quartets, because for once I was not interested in the despair. Instead I spent the day listening to the Ebonys and the Chi-Lites and the Isley Brothers. For lunch I went to Georgia Brown's for fried green tomatoes.
