The London Review of Books is Britain's most esteemed literary magazine. Published fortnightly, it features essays, reviews and the most outrageous personal ads ever set in type. The following is a selection from the latest issue (only one this month, I'm afraid).
*Late 20s male, living north of London. Like all aspiring writers, would prefer Paris but have neither money nor mettle for relocation. Rather, have thus far settled for life of mundane pleasures and job stability. Less like Heathcliff, more Sancho Panza (sans corpulence). Seeking: female, close in age, willing to meet a man of no magnitude.