Daily Blague

Does this sentence apply to me? Am I a "neurotic fanatic"?

While innumerable neurotic New Yorker fanatics have saved piles of the magazine in closets or basements, the few easily accessible archives of the magazine's contents have been on microfilm or in bound volumes in public libraries.

I ask because I don't keep entire New Yorkers. I go through them from time to time and cut them up. I never clip cartoons. I always save covers. I will probably go on saving covers. But it looks as though I can retire the scissors. Last month, the Times announced, not altogether clearly, that among other things home-delivery subscribers would soon have unlimited access to the newspaper's archive. And today I see that The New Yorker is going to do even better, by selling a set of CDs with everything on them. Everything since 1925. Even the newsbreaks (which used to be so much more numerous). At last: I can throw away that white-on-black photocopy that I made in college of the "Letter from Britain" announcing the abdication of Edward VIII. Actually, I think I tossed that one long ago.

Do I ever use my clippings? No, because they're too hard to access. Oh, you lucky twenty-somethings. You don't know what you're being spared.