Mirroring Art.

Does anybody know whether Donald Trump can read? If he can, maybe somebody could take advantage of the present situation by passing him a copy of Poe’s Masque of the Red Death. There’s a chance he might decamp with his rich friends to some moated, presidential-style mansion deep in the bayous of Louisiana or somewhere, there to cut himself off from the plague fodder. Because we all know what happened to Prince Prospero, don’t we?

Better still, if he really is illiterate, maybe somebody could read it to him and surreptitiously change the ending so he isn’t forewarned.