Just because I can now get out of bed doesn't mean that bed doesn't lure me back. Yesterday I returned after lunch (reheated fish chowder, leftover beef empanada) and read The Spectator while watching Bayern Munich trounce Leipzig. Among the articles was one by Simon Kuper, a columnist for the Financial Times, who wrote that the troubling times have made him more interested than ever in sports. "It's a philistine version," he wrote, "of what some Germans of the Nazi era called 'inner migration': you close the curtains against the horrors outside and lie on the sofa listening to Brahms."
