I find the Review section of the Wall Street Journal to be must-reading. But I’m inevitably backed up because, well, who has the time? (The feeling is apparently not exclusive, considering the latest tagline for the paper is “People who don’t have time make time to read the Wall Street Journal.” The commercials, featuring various entrepreneurs, are slick and no doubt costly. But they’re certainly better than those Time commercials from the 1980s, in which if you act now, you can get a free alarm clock telephone. Yes, the phone is actually connected to the radio! And remember that corny jingle? Time flies, and you are there. Time cries, and let’s you share.)

In any event, I’m just catching up with the Review section, including the Weekend Confidential column by Alexandra Wolfe. I’ve always gained some insight into her subjects, who include inventors, actors, artists, and musicians. Donald Sutherland, for instance, was urged by his father to major in engineering at the University of Toronto. Instead, he earned a degree in English literature.