Innholdsfortegnelse for Nov-24-14 i The New Yorker

A NOTE TO OUR READERS In late July, we launched the redesigned newyorker.com and wrote a letter to you, announcing that for the rest of the summer and into the fall we would unlock everything we published—everything in the weekly magazine and the fifteen-some pieces that appear exclusively online every day—so that everyone, including non-subscribers, could get a full sense of The New Yorker. Naturally, we were hoping that the exhibitionism of July-till-now would be an enticement. We said then that we would soon come to a “second phase,” and here it is: we have started an easyto-use metered paywall. You probably know how this works; the New York Times has a metered paywall, and so do many other publications. The idea is to deliver The New Yorker to you…

Two women and a small girl— perhaps three or four years old—resting in the shade of the fir trees. From far off the roar of the world coming back one more time. First a few words tossed back and forth between awakening men and then the machines talking to themselves in the language they share with the heavenly bodies— planets, dust motes, distant solar systems— that know what needs to be done and do it. So long ago, you think, those days, so unlike these, blessed by favorable winds and forgotten in the anthems we hummed on the long walk home from work or the childish fables we tried to believe. No one notices the small girl and her caretakers are gone and no one huddles in the shade of…