Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Does Elwood see anybody these days?
Veta Louise Simmons: Oh, yes, Aunt Ethel, Elwood sees “somebody.”by Mark Grant
-The play, Harvey
Andrew Ross Sorkin once speculated that I was the next
“Doctor Doom.” Anyone that knows me or that reads my commentary with any
frequency would know that this is hardly my personality nor would I stir pots
for the pleasure of watching the froth. Sometimes it is just that I can see the
rabbit leaning on the light post before others even see the street corner upon
which it is standing. Others may also see the lamp post but they are frightened
to admit it because their leaders have screamed for so long that it isn’t there
and will never be there; never mind any 6’3” pookah. However as the light is beginning to dawn and as the early morning
shadows that played tricks with your vision dissipate; more and more people can
see the vague outline of Harvey leaning against the lamp post and, startled by his presence or not,
they can no longer turn away and pretend him out of existence.
“What can I do for you Mr. Dowd?
“What did you have in mind?”
The troika arrives in Athens tomorrow. The preliminary estimates of meeting the
budgetary targets under the Memorandum of Understanding signed off on by the
EU, the IMF and the Greek government indicate an achievement somewhat akin to
an Olympian running down the track in the opposite direction. A novel approach,
no doubt, but one hardly likely to win any race.





















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