Thus Ate Zarathustra

"To the devout, the notion of anything but cereal for breakfast produces anxiety and dread, but with the death of God anything is permitted, and profiteroles and clams may be eaten at will, and even buffalo wings."

While Woody Allen's films may have moved away from that earlier comic spirit, it's welcome to see that his prose writing -- if this piece in the New Yorker is any indication -- remains as antic as ever.