From the New Yorker, of course.
In case you can't read the caption:
"Now that we've fallen in love, I have a confession. I'm not a giraffe, I'm fifty-eight weasels in a trenchcoat"Maybe because so many times in our lives, things and people turn out to be not what they seem. We can make some big time errors. This poor giraffe has been so misled.
Think about it, you think you have a great lover. And he turns out to be 58 weasels in a trenchcoat. Happens all the time! How could we have not seen it??????