I'll make a confession

One time at the University of Missouri at Kansas City, I was at the library and decided to try to steal a book. The book was Without Feathers by Woody Allen. What a title, right? Now, Uncomfortable Conversations With a Jew, it's not quite as snappy. It lacks a certain panache, a savior faire. I just don't see it flying off the shelves. 

Oh, I got caught trying to steal Without Feathers, it was kind of embarrassing, they let me go.