Through existential self-pity, I resurrected my inflamed tonsils with Dickensian grandeur – and I imagined – or, I should say, tried to imagine – how happy I'd have been to be born (and, soon enough, died) a Briton.
We know that for a certain generation of young Jewish men, Ms. Portman was the n'est plus ultra of Jewish sex symbols. But retiring to be a stay at home mom? That's just too much!