Someday, perhaps, I’ll stop picking up the office phone every time it rings or looking at every piece of mail. It’s a wise editor who delegates authority; logically, someone else could do these tasks. The thing is, they rarely seem to me like tasks; it would be like asking someone else to take my morning run or eat the sandwich I brought for lunch. True, there are days when I’m too busy to run or eat, when the phone is an annoyance and the mail just another chore. But those days are rare. Running and eating invigorate and nourish me, and so do these daily reminders that readers are individuals and not an “audience,” abstract and remote. I’m taught again and again how unpredictably different we are and how stunningly alike; it’s a reminder I cherish nearly as much as the magazine itself.