Saturday, January 08, 2011
Thousand: Two Hundred Forty-Nine
of millions of dollars secure in untraceable accounts in a country that, first, offers you political asylum, then solicits your advice on the invasion that will topple the tyrant, adding that a very important in the post-conquest government is yours for the asking. Naturally, you beg off such an ethically dubious proposition, but the wife demands you reconsider. She ought to take the position, then, you tell her; you will take charge of the children, or, at least, keep account of the nanny who comes with a Ph.D. and years of experience in training geniuses. It’s a good thing I
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I once had a nanny with a PhD. This piece verily ripples with other arcane associations for me, too numerous to mention. Thanks, Glenn.
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