“The pages were stained and yellowed, but the story was all there, in Dr. Seuss’ unmistakable rollicking rhymes.” Dr. Seuss has a new book. And as the NYT discovered, it was found it in a box. (Sidenote to my friends and family: Upon my death, the charred, scribbled remains I’ve saved in a box labeled “Do Not Publish, Never Ever Ever Ever, Under Any Circumstances” should only be published if there’s a reasonable chance it’ll go viral.)