As is fairly common for me, I've been thinking recently about Stephen Sondheim lyrics. The Prologue to Into the Woods contains long lists of wishes. Here's just one list from Jack (and the Beanstalk)'s mother: I wish my son were not a fool.I wish my house was not a mess.I wish the cow was full of milk.I wish the house was full of gold-I wish a lot of things... There are so many things for which we wish. We wish: Everyone (or at least … [Read more...]