Courtesy of the Literary Lady, the following link was emailed to the Literary Man, alerting him to the existence of “traps” being set in the city of New York:
Are Literary traps next? Will small steel traps full of Penguin paperbacks, Plougshares, miniature bottles of Pernod, and unopened reams of paper be next? The Literary Man would have a hard time passing up a free glass of street Pernod:
