A loyal reader would keep up with everything we publish in this Magazine. An efficient reader, however, would wait for the year-in-review article on December 31, by which time the wheat should have been separated from the chaff. That strategy might be more effective, of course, if Dr. Boli had not decided to publish an all-chaff Magazine in 2025.

In January, we ejected the word “share” from the English language, though only in certain contexts. We also published a newly discovered fragment of Finnegans Wake, which Joycean scholars are still coming to grips with, to judge by the fact that we have not yet heard any Joycean scholars rendering an opinion on the fragment.

February was International Anything-but-Haiku Month, in which we wrote a poem a day on a typewriter a day. We could pick our favorites, but you might as well just start at the beginning, because if you did not come here to waste time, you are in the wrong place.

March gave us a word game that most of our readers probably still have not completed.

In April, we chased a quotation by Sam Ullman and probably found Frank Crane behind it. We were considering the relative merits of youth and age, and the one thing we can say for our essay is that everybody got a little bit older during the course of it.

In May, for the convenience of the cardinals among our readership (we are nothing if not ornithologically inclined), we reprinted the Vatican’s Daily Conclave Announcements.

June taught us How to Write, with helpful photographic illustrations. We also learned why we should not judge Edgar Allan Poe by his most popular book.

July brought us The Adventures of Superego, a new superhero with a Malt-O-Cod endorsement contract.

In August, we discovered that the Voynich Manuscript had been even more figured out while our attention was elsewhere.

In September, because no one else would do it, or rather because everybody else was doing it wrong, Dr. Boli explained the obesity epidemic.

In October, we saw a few examples of How Modern Science Is Making Life Better.

November was an especially delightful month for young readers, bringing us The James Joyce First Reader and More Jokes for Kids.

In December, we prohibited the word “Indigenous” when used before the word “peoples,” and since then public discourse has been conducted with exemplary precision and rationality.

Now, what should loyal readers expect from the year 2026? Probably to have their loyalty rewarded with more of the same sort of thing, which is the most we can promise. As for the efficient readers, we hope to see you again on December 31, 2026.