I took down from the bookshelf last night my faded copy of Stephen Leacock’s fabulous Nonsense Novels. I was checking to see if our great humorist, in that fine survey of silliness and vacuity, had lent his quill to the operations of the Toronto District School Board. Alas, not. He was too early on the Earth to reap the harvest the TDSB could have offered him. Even so, were he alive today, even his grand radar for the ridiculous might have been overwhelmed by the density and volume of material, already at hand and in no need of comic exaggeration, for his satirical treatment.
