If, on this day of fear and instability, you'd like to feel worse about life, the universe, and everything, check out Elizabeth Wurtzel's piece on the late David Foster Wallace. She doesn't actually talk much about Wallace himself, but she does describe one's forties (Wallace was 46) as a brief respite between the crazy thirties and the bitter, disappointed fifties. Then she closes with these words of encouragement: "The world is, after all, a coarse and brutal and cruel place. It's only a matter of how long you can live with it." Thanks Liz; we're going back to bed now. [NY Mag]