Or rather -- not that spat in and around the elevator, but in re the personal affairs of those who, subsequent to those unfortunate events, became Mr. and Mrs. Rice (may Providence smile upon their union). Far be it from me to barge into the marital matters of those who would rather be left alone; but near is it to every other Net-head and Senator and her cousin, to sound off about it, to demand action, to propose this, to demand that.
There are wheels within -- layers beneath -- spirals around, that case. It is -- a noumenon, unknowable -- a Ding-an-sich (as Kant put it so nicely -- really, Flaubert could not have phrased it better). Accordingly, I would not comment -- save that, by merest chance, just a moment ago I read a vignette by the extraordinarily deft and perceptive writer Langston Hughes, “Who’s Passing for Who?” (apparently written during the entre-deux-guerres; first collected in Laughing to Keep from Crying, 1952; reprinted in the Langston Hughes Reader), which shoots like a shaft through the case. And enchases it in a much more curious setting than you will readily find online. Check it out.
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[For a review of the original collection, by another fine writer of the time, try this: http://www.unz.org/Pub/SaturdayRev-1952apr05-00017 ]
[Bescheidene Randbemerkung: The proposal to fix the matter, by adding yet a third Rice to the mix, as some have proposed, would be perhaps to overseason the ragoût.]