I have two favorites: Reading Kierkegaard while listening to Mozart's Piano Concerto 9 in E Flat Major, and reading early Bazooka Joe comics in Hebrew.
For $60, I once bought a neck massage at a 'massage parlor' that advertised in 'The Washington Post.'
Sometimes, homely things are done for the best reasons in the world and thus achieve a beauty of their own.
The Pulitzer is a crapshoot. Your piece has to hit a few people the right way at the right moment.
