This week, the Nass tests your wits, criticizes Christopher Nolan’s flat New Mexico, and puts you onto some new shit.

This week, the Nass invents a new major, sings the blues, and asks what the end of affirmative action means for Princeton students of color.

This week, the Nass’s back-to-school haul includes children’s books, Barbie dolls, and disgust.

This week, the Nass looks deep into the construction of cavities, finding a world where the dance is improvisational and the restrooms are mindful.

This week, the Nass spends its leave of absence filming movies in Greece, attending tone-deaf plays, and growing an extra hand.

This week, the Nass gives into its worst impulses, partakes in regional delicacies, and watches carriages turn to pumpkins.

This week, the Nass hassles its way into a Miami club, where the room smells like gasoline and the music sounds like Dante.

This week, the Nass triumphs athletically, fails intellectually, and eats the entire lemon.

This week, the Nass surveys a hostile world, finds meaning in the senseless, and explores new ways to heal.

This week, the Nass tries new hobbies, new words, and new noises.

This week, the Nass investigates the future of art, probes at prosopagnosia, and contemplates a cure for heartsickness.

In the final issue of our forty-fourth volume, the Nass interrogates the illusion of control in the beauty ideal, attempts to translate a scandalous conversation, and cracks open the meanings of “fault.”