In Glenn Dixon’s “Merrittocracy Is Always Cruel” (10/1): “It’s more than just the sour-grapes dis of the First Richard Rodgers songwriting team in ‘How Fucking Romantic’ that gets me thinking this way. I prefer to imagine Merritt as some Beckett-fried Lorenz Hart, damned not to die of pneumonia but to stagger through the emotional wastes of the late 20th century.”

Puh-leeze.

Arlington, Va.