I wrote last week, by way of offering some kind of reassuring comfort about the dire state of things, that although Putin and Boris and Trump might still be around a year from now, they very likely wouldn't be here in 10 years.
But what constitutes reassurance, exactly? Reader John Farrell wrote I don't even know if I'll still be here in 10 years…
Dedicated readers may recall my preoccupation with the concept of the backward shadow thrown by your date of birth.
