The West Bank and I

I realize, of course, snarks will

impugn my sincerity in this dis-

cussion, for an impudence of con-

fiding one's thoughts from the

dressing room. I remark from this

setting only to convey some sense

of the ubiquity of experience in-

vaded by one's pre-occupation,

with any risk of post-Occupation,

of such a casino-rich slash of

desert, simply seething for de-

velopment. But, again, I stray.

We are not Bugsy - er, I mean,

Benny - in making a living. We

use governments for wet work.

Now we're really getting one.

What I value in my nominee for de-

velopment of the West Bank - my in-

defatigable bankruptcy attorney -

is not that he knows who's butter-

ing his bread, but that he defers

to the next generation, as in hust-

ling my dearest flamingo past the

tacky scribes at Federal Court.

Oh, what selflessness! What Polon-

ial footing in the back stairs of 

a bondholder's intrigue. Fate must 

thus distill a conspicuous, ex- 

quisitely lingering unraveling of 

his reputation, as soon as it can 

be found, draped behind my promises.

ii   David Friedman, Esq.

      United States District Court

      New Jersey, 2010

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William Shakespeare

Hamlet

  IV, iii

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