How would you interpret this sentence? Artie proposed breakfast at the Swiss Kitchen, one of his haunts. It seemed to be a tourist place, they had a giant sign out front with a boy in lederhosen (Food Worth Yodeling About!) and waitresses dressed as milkmaids. Artie, in his ancient cuffed trousers and faint old-man smell, was unembarrassed by any of it. “What makes it Swiss food?” I asked, studying the menu. “A lot of grease. Bratwurst, only here they are going to call it sausage. German food with a strict doctrine of neutrality.” With Artie, irony carries the mailbag right to the door of nonchalance. Nothing seems to excite him. Short of a revelation that one has worked for Lev Trotsky. How would you interpret this sentence: With Artie, irony carries the mailbag right to the door of nonchalance? Does it mean Artie’s irony was nonchalant? Thanks! And this excerpt is taken from The Lacuna by Kingsolver.