Nostalgia, like the human neck, is one of humanity's greatest weaknesses. Thus spake Dwight K. Schrute, assistant to the regional manager of a paper company lo these many years, and doomed to remain one for untold more. Thankfully, despite NBC's bullheaded dependence on humanity's other great weakness — an inability to let go — those years will be mercifully untelevised. Last night's episode of The Office was a glimpse into what could have been and now will never be: a proposed spin-off called The Farm, in which Dwight and his heretofore unseen siblings till some inherited soil. Instead, the entire idea was buried; the people we met last night will never be seen again. It shouldn't really be a surprise. As any actual farmer could've told network president Bob Greenblatt, you can't expect to reap fresh rewards from such relentlessly overworked land.