Imagine mistaking courtesy for procrastination. But to see this writer focus obsessively on the inessential is hardly novel. What in any case may one expect of

Imagine mistaking courtesy for procrastination. But to see this writer focus obsessively on the inessential is hardly novel. What in any case may one expect of someone who doesn't even bother introducing his topic until two-thirds of the way through the piece? Even in my forties I barely remember there was ever an argument about this. Are there still enough crusties left alive who care to sustain the discussion?