This notice covered my copy of the Walrus that arrived in my mail slot recently. This prompted my girlfriend to joke, "I'm confused -- is that your last issue?"
You can smell the raw panic and desperation, can't you?
Anyway, I checked the mail this morning and, believe it or not, there was a new issue of the Walrus. Like a girl with low self-esteem, whose ultimatum regarding the relationship has gone unheeded by her insensitive boyfriend, she is still putting out.
For the record, I do not plan to resubscribe.
