The setup's almost laughably pat, and nothing that follows mitigates that patness.

I'll be ninety my next birthday, but Louella doesn't tell her age. Anyway, we're going to have you and Cynthia up for supper.

Trump’s administration is trying to fall back to its old coronasceptic playbook even as the illness ravages senators, White House staff, secret service, and anyone else unfortunate enough to have come close to the utterly reckless and feckless president.

But suppose that I am wrong; suppose these notions are really ineliminably modal.