My contract with Tuesday: It moves quickly and without incident, and I provide pie.
If I’d brought a real camera to the midnight Harry Potter movie, you’d have a better picture of this: an 8-year-old boy sitting in the aisle, wearing a cloak and Gryffindor scarf, reading the last pages of the last HP book, up to the moment they dimmed the lights.
Happy 122nd Birthday, Charlie Chaplin.