Well, okay, a vague sense of satisfaction is . . . reducing your inbox from over two thousand to 93.
I have answered all my fanmail. Hallelujah! I am up to date with the universe! (If I didn’t reply to you—write me again. Your letter may have been accidentally deleted or misfiled or something.)
Er, 94. Someone just sent me a letter. Crap. Ninety-five. Why are people replying? The whole point of the exercise was to reduce my mail! Not generate more. Stop it! Don’t write to me!
Um, never mind.
Look over there: irradiated mangosteens mutating into killer monkeys!