In the end, Mila the Intern sent the letter, and the letter was sent, and Ted saw that the letter was good; and Ted separated the letter from the junk mail. Ted called the letter Journalism, and the junk mail he called The World's Untold Stories. And there was feuilletonic journalism and just plain old good jounalism. And Ted said "Let the plain old good journalism be gathered together into one place, and let the eFeuilleton appear. And it was so. And Ted saw that it was good. And then there was light and eFeuilleton was delivered out of the belly of the beast. And Ted said, "Let eFeuilleton put forth my letter, yielding readers, and various subfamilies and subgenera, bearing fruit, each according to its kind, upon the earth." And it was so (well, not really). And eFeuilleton brought forth various subfamilies and subgenera bearing fruit according to their own kinds.
And Ted saw that it was good. And there was evening and there was morning, a third day and a fourth and after the fourth yet a fifth, and the fourth did not occur until after the third, nor was the second or any other day skipped over or misordered. And on the sixth day, Ted said "I will grant Mila the Intern an interview," and it was so (well, not really). And rather than resting on the seventh day, Ted said "I will send Mila the Intern not an Adam, but a stipend." After that, Ted took a nap. And it was a good nap, with dreams of Barbarella. And it was very good.





