Maybe our leader will one day grow beyond our lying, petty morality and thus beyond caring; and so will gain 80 pounds, shave his head, and take a Life photoghrapher with him into the jungles of Vietnam, way up the river; and he will then sit perfectly motionless in a dark shack thinking about all the poor golf courses he's seen in his life, saying "The Horror. The Horror." And then when I volunteer to go up there to get him back to gca.com, he'll sit me down across from him in the gloom and dank and ask:
"Are you an assassin, Peter?"
"Actually I'm a writer, Ran, well, at least a part-time writer, you know - for my own interest, that kind of thing."
"You're neither - you're an errand boy, sent by a grocery clerk, to collect a bill".
"Ah. I see. Listen, the thing is - some of the fellas back at gca.com are getting a little worried about you."
"What are they saying about me, Peter?"
"Well, to be honest, they're saying that you've gone totally insane and that your methods are unsound".
"Do you think my methods are unsound, Peter?"
"I -- don't -- see any -- method -- at all, Ran. For example, this hickory kick that you're on - I mean, what's up with that?"
Peter
(Rory - Ha, ha, very nicely done!!)