Not just the NYT. Every newspaper I ever got had that pattern; Monday is easy, by Saturday it’s not just hard but obscure and convoluted, and Sunday’s puzzle is always HUGE.
My brother had a personal rule: when he bought music he would always include at least one choice that he had never heard of. He had some disappointments but overall got enough delight from the practice to continue it as long as he lived. After a while the owner of the little music store he frequented would set aside things that he thought my brother might have missed. It was a great collaboration (since, after a while, my brother could not resist whatever the owner suggested and thus became a very good customer).
How I used to describe spring in the midwest:Snow melts, crocuses bloom. Snow falls, kills crocuses. Snow melts, daffodils bloom. Snow falls, kills daffodils. Snow melts, tulips bloom. Now it’s summer. (In Texas spring is anytime between January 1 and the first 90+ degree day.)
why assume the smile is because something is large? maybe she is amused because it is small? or very attractive? or oddly shaped? or, um, saluting? or decorated (like the song about the blue ribbon decor? “lad, I don’t know where ye’ve been but I see ye won first prize”)?
If I did the math right, it comes to 7.5 eggs. An interesting logistics problem dividing one gooey raw egg in half. Unless I can just choose to use either the yolk or the white part?
Not just the NYT. Every newspaper I ever got had that pattern; Monday is easy, by Saturday it’s not just hard but obscure and convoluted, and Sunday’s puzzle is always HUGE.