“[O]ur nation has had a hard time distinguishing between “better” and “more” for a few decades now. Of late, at least in our politics and also I think in our other smaller life-decisions, that indistinctness has curdled into a sad, babyish nastiness — alternately an hysterical fear of being asked to make do with slightly less excess and a childish petulance at the prospect of ever and anywhere being told “no” and having to get by on less More in the future. Finding ways to jam more More into everything — regardless of whether or not grafting a pepperoni roll to the perimeter of your meat lover’s pie could possibly taste good — is no way to go through life.”