A faithful reader has just informed La Cieca that, two weeks ago at the Met, during an intermission of La bohème, he saw Henry Kissinger, “flanked by two bodyguards twice his height and twelve times his weight.” Which led this reader to pose to you, cher public, the following trivia question:

“What makes Henry Kissinger unique of all visitors to the Met this season (other than, of course, that the rest of us aren’t unindicted war criminals whose Nobel Peace Prize, in the words of Tom Lehrer, made satire obsolete)?