From a Washington Post column by Alexandra Petri headlined “Various authors describe 2020”:
I was sitting at my desk worrying my way through a glass of rotgut whiskey. The ceiling fan spun idly overhead like a drunk zeppelin. I drank my whiskey and thought my thoughts. Then she walked in. She said her name was 2020. She was the kind of dame who makes you want to lock yourself in a house for eight months. She was the kind of dame who only looked anything like real on Zoom. What I am trying to say is that I did not think much of 2020.
Shakespeare, “2020” (Collected Works in 38 Volumes):
2020 was a great year for me. I wrote 67 new plays.
Dante, “Inferno”:
Then Virgil led me to 2020 where there were many working in masks while other people came to them without the masks and shouted about their freedoms, and I asked, “For what are these people being punished?” and he said he did not know, and we walked quickly on.
Henry David Thoreau, “Still At Walden Hope You’re All Doing Well”:
How many men live lives of quiet desperation? I assume, lots! I’m still living on my multi-acre property with access to a large body of water and having a great time, but everyone who drops off packages for me looks worried. They should try individualism.
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Alexandra Petri is a Washington Post columnist offering a lighter take on the news and opinions of the day. She is the author of the new essay collection “Nothing Is Wrong And Here Is Why.”
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