I know, I know

I understand that nitpicking about one single sentence in a 5,000-word magazine takeout is like complaining that there’s an off-color grain on a black-sand beach—you know what I mean, I hope—especially when this New York profile probably was re-written, completely and hastily, in the last week alone. (There’s no beach-related equivalent, at least not on Monday morning.) But! The fact that this story did not end with Sidney Harman asking, “Why can’t I remember the word dinosaur?” is utterly baffling.