Friday Evening

I feel I should write something about the ghastly atrocities in Paris. An attack like that cries out for condemnation and sympathy and compassion and a general expression of shock. The trouble is that I can't think of a single thing to write that is not obvious to anyone who has the slightest trace of humanity and decency. All I'm coming up with are the usual clichés — and they're insufficient for a horror of this magnitude.