I’ve been fighting off a cold, or something, for the last week or so and now, finally, the battle may be lost for a bit and I might be taking a day or two from these premises, we’ll see.

So, for tonight’s post I’m going for what is, for me, the cinematic equivalent of chicken soup — a scene from a Marx Brothers movie, in this case the first of their films I ever saw when I was probably nine years old or so. It was funny when it was made, it was funny in the “Me Generation” when I saw it, and it’s funny now. The movie, by the way, is “Horse Feathers.”