We read Arabian Nights for the penultimate Finer Things; it was a not-so-subtle joke as one of our members prepares to move to Morocco. Well, you won’t get far with my leash around your neck, Duckface.
I don’t know what I’m going to do when FT collapses. I may have to join a real book club, the boring kind without champagne cocktails and dressing up.
More FT here.