I just want to state—for the record—that I recognize Luther Magnussen as my superior. If I ever pass within a mile of him, I will immediately and without hesitation buy him a glass of whiskey and a pint of beer.

I was on the plane from Dallas yesterday, listlessly leafing through the July issue of Harpers, when I stumbled across this excerpt (paywall!) from Magnussen’s Work and Industry in the Northern Midwest from the July 2008 issue of the Yale Review.

Tenzing Norgay and Edmund Hillary reach the summit only to discover that George Kilroy has been bringing his drinking buddies up here every weekend.

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