Today I received a package with all my mail accumulated in Motovun since the beginning of the year (“Post Office Box 20,” January 19, 2012). Three past issues of The Economist were in the package. And so was yet another reminder from the mighty newspaper that my subscription is about to expire. What a joy it was to toss the whole lot into the garbage! Goodbye politics! Goodbye climate change! Goodbye economics! Goodbye the art world! In a few months I will be blissfully ignorant about all this and much more beside. And in a few short years I will be an ignoramus to behold. Even better, I will be an airhead, a bozo, a dimwit, a dunce, a fathead, a goof, an imbecile, a jackass, a loon, a meathead, a moron, a nincompoop, a nitwit, an oaf, a simpleton, a thickhead, and a turkey all in one. Oh, I can hardly wait!