As it happens, your humble correspondent was approached on the street by a Washington Post reporter yesterday, an affable young fellow who asked for an opinion about Wednesday’s events. I did offer a few observations, which found their way, with some looseness as to accuracy and context, into today’s edition.
In particular, my conversation with that woman on the street was still on my mind (see the latter part of this post), so I mentioned it; the reporter makes it seem not only as if I had been correcting her about her attititude, when in fact is had been asking her about it, but also as if it had happened before his eyes, rather than the day before. The “wrong conclusion” remark, too, had a certain intentional ambiguity to it, I think. Finally, the remark about Zeus was made not by me, but by my friend Yaniv.
But I quibble. Reporting is a difficult business, and I have never yet seen a story in the paper, in which I was either quoted or knew the actual behind-the-scenes details, that got everything just right.
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“In New York, a ‘contingency plan’ is choosing a different restaurant,”
Such ‘sang froid’! Well done.
Why, thank you, David. Stiff upper lip, and all that.
To the extent that we scurry around in fear, the bad guys win.