Herb Graf—a real person, by the way—is trying to get Gilbert and Sullivan’s Pirates of Penzance on the screen (properly). Unfortunately, before he can, he has to settle an argument—what the heck is the year in which it took place? 1877? Or 1873?
OK, OK. I love Gilbert and Sullivan, if not quite as much as Asimov then an awful lot. And I enjoy this story because this is a Gilbert and Sullivan mystery done right, and it’s fun, and Asimov does a good job with it, and it comes after a long, long stretch of Black Widower stories I don’t like nearly as well.
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