Too often, we find that an article doesn't live up to its promise. As journalists are wont to do, they reel us in with a fantastic lede, our panties get in a pleasant twist, and then — nothing. The article peaks with its first sentence, leaving us with little more than a crippling case of desire.

And that's exactly what happened today with the following lede in the Post:

Lately, I've been having this recurring dream where I'm alternately beating up and making out with Jonathan Safran Foer.

Superb. Rest assured, you needn't read the rest of the piece — it has nothing to do with the Foers, and it doesn't get any better than that one sentence. If it did, we'd expect copies of the paper to weep tears of blood.

The Dream Theme [NYP]

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