So you tell The New York Times that your dream dinner party would include James Baldwin, Shakespeare, Franz Kafka, Albert Camus, Jane Jacobs, and Jane Austen, and discussion would be about how “people and communities can evolve to be more inclusive, more kind, have a greater and broader sense of solidarity, while still respecting individual liberties; what provokes or blocks those changes; and what stories might resonate today to encourage us toward kindness, respect, and mutual dignity.” Kafka would turn to Chelsea Clinton and say, "It's only because of your stupidity that your're able to be so sure of yourself." Camus would wonder if he should kill himself or have a cup of coffee and Baldwin would find another country...