A huge long dream about a Martin-Short like character at Harvard when I was there, immensely talented and productive. At the end of the dream he jokingly hits me in the right testicle and I wish I had been paying attention because I surely could have blocked it. But then I reflect I don’t have the same extremely defensive attitude I did then.

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