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The Devil Wears Prada Lauren Weisberger Acknowledgments Thanks to the four people who helped make it happen: Stacy Creamer—my editor. If you don’t enjoy the book, blame her . . . she edited out all the really funny stuff. Charles Salzberg—writer and teacher. He pushed me hard to keep this project going, so if you don’t enjoy it, blame him, too. Deborah Schneider—agent extraordinaire. She keeps assuring me she loves at least fifteen percent of everything I do, say, or, especially, write. Richard David Story—my former boss. Easy to love him now that I no longer have to see him before nineA.M . each day. And of course a huge thanks to all those who offered no assistance whatsoever but who promised to buy multiple copies for a name mention: Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes. —HENRY DAVID THOREAU,WALDEN,1854 1 The light hadn’t even officially turned green at the intersection of 17th and Broadway before an army of overconfident yellow cabs roared past the tiny deathtrap I was attempting to navigate around the city streets.Clutch, gas, shift (neutral to first? Or first to second?),release clutch , I repeated over and over in my head, the mantra offering little comfort and even less direction amid the screeching midday traffic. The little car bucked wildly twice before it lurched forward through the intersection. My heart flip-flopped in my chest. Without warning, the lurching evened out and I began to pick up speed. Lots of speed. I glanced down to confirm visually that I was only in second gear, but the rear end of a cab loomed so large in the windshield that I could do nothing but jam my foot on the brake pedal so hard that my heel snapped off. Shit! Another pair of seven-hundred-dollar shoes sacrificed to my complete and utter lack of grace under pressure: this clocked in as my third such breakage this month. It was almost a relief when the car stalled (I’d obviously forgotten to press the clutch when attempting to brake for my life). I h