We fail to see how a venerable figure like Freud fits into the quotidian trivia of modern life — things like getting a paper cut from one’s air enabled printer, or suddenly running out of toner. Namely, homey picayune distractions the reader can relate to!
And that sketch of Sigmund Freud looks like an example of the misshapen oeuvre of Lucien Freud
We almost liked the idea of an iPhone tapping on the derrière of a nubile young woman each time a call came in. Unfortunately, in today’s climate of #metoo, it was felt to be too un-pc for publication.
It was felt here that the subject was a bit too bucolic for the New Yorker viewer — a cosmopolitan urban sophisticate who would regard an actual cow as I view an actual butterfly — as a curiosity, through a lorgnette, as it were.