...by the number of people who invoke reading Smile, Hon, You're in Baltimore! and going to the bathroom in the same breath. (Indeed, one of the earliest critiques I received came by way of a postcard, which bore the scrawl, "I laughed so hard I almost fell off the toilet.") Given the commode's status as one of the last bastions of relative solitude, I consider it the utmost compliment.
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