The pleasures of the New York Times crossword do not in fact rival the raptures described by Thomas De Quincey, and they are consequently much less dangerous, but they are considerable, nonetheless, and I fear I spend too much time with them. Besides that, the chief of my confessions is that I routinely turn on autocheck if a puzzle is more than a day old. I also use Google freely. I am strict, however, in doing real searches for the information I need. Any result that includes the word “crossword” is off limits. I have become skilled at rephrasing the clue in such a way that I get few of such results. It’s obvious that there are a lot of people Googling the clues verbatim. Of course, I enjoy it when I can complete a puzzle without help, as I usually can on Monday and Tuesday, when the puzzles are easiest, but the real pleasure for me is in cracking the thematic codes that the puzzles’ authors devise, most explicitly on Sunday. Their ingenuity is remarkable. I have tried my hand, with some success, at writing puzzles myself. It is not easy, and the effort has taught me to forgive the Times authors for resorting regularly to arcana like obsolete spellings, transcriptions of vocalizations that are not words, the tiresome obscurities of sports abbreviations, and the infuriating use of punning in the clues. All part of the game, and unavoidable in a big puzzle. So thank you, Mr. Shortz, and your several colleagues, for many hours of happy mental exercise.