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Yes, I vaguely remember that she had a conflict with the executive editor and stormed off the job. I forget the details of that, I might have been a source of annoyance somehow, I forget how that happened. 

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Yes, apart from my original mistake at age 3, there is actually a normal place and role for a quality of intelligent curiosity that can be harnessed for purposes of education and enlightenment. Thus, you will not be allowed to condemn me for pursuing my personal interests and getting As in Miss Marken's English class and for expanding my horizons as far as reasonably possible within the limitations of human existence and technological progress. If you continue to persist in interfering with my intelligence pursuits of life and liberty, not yet showing no repentance for trying to strangle my faith, there may be a need to have you removed from my back side by means of crowbar or whatever is required to get rid of you. And if you insist on putting your name in that box, certainly that would apply to you. Do not let me hinder you from frolicking naked in the jungles of Africa or to take dictation from Mrs. Bigfoot, if you so desire, but also that is not where I am planning to go with this, so there is just no reason to continue this conversation.    

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Yes, you really should have long ago gotten over the idea that everything that goes wrong is a personal affront to you. Actually nobody was talking about you at all, but if you insist on taking it that way, you will have to live in that space all by yourself for a very long time. Enough said. Needless to say. 

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Yes, I am not remembering how many months did we hvae to tolerate having the Chronowitch as our supervisor. Maybe José would remember something. I only remember that she was full of the most worthless garbage Oprah money. Blah blah blah. Oprah this, Oprah that. Whatever. I am not particularly interested in commenting on whatever they do with their money. I just think that has nothing to do with me. I have other plans for myself than being thrown around by Oprah money, so that hwatever they want to do is no concern of mine. 

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Yes, I do think that ChatGPT does a good job of concisely summarizing what there is to say about the use of the term "bourgoisie" in the 19th century. Our high school readings of Dickens, Ibsen and Balzac were other titles, but generally speaking the term obviously has a negative connotation. Nowadays, this term is almost never used, except maybe in some historical context as a phenomenon that existed before the world wars of the 20th century. I do not think that I would recommend its use, maybe not quite in a legal sense as bad as calling someone a crook, but there it is in the dictionary nonetheless. 

And what was that Edith Wharton title that you were trying to throw at me, something about a single woman who descends into drug addiction after exhausting her marriage and societal options? What a depressing thought. And later I went and tried to read a Wharton book, and I never did get past the first chapter. Absurd. Not everything in literature is worth reading. Needless to say. 

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Yes, and there is the dilemma of whether your ethnic origins constitute legal immunity from your customary practice of rape and pillage. We are not equipped to issue legal opinions on this topic, so we will leave that to others to figure out. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember reading in news magazines or else hearing on the nightly news, something about the secret Iran-Congra affair, a political scandal of the 1980s Reagan era. I never thought that I would ever learn anything about that beyond what is often referred to in political commentaries that may appear on nightly news. I never had any personal connection whatsoever to such political figures as Oliver North and shredder-accomplice. 

There was no reason to imagine that Rowena Hall would be somehow connected to Fawn Hall. 

The only other Hall that I can remember was Jim Hall, who was our retreat speaker, so nothing to see there. Ho hum! Jim Hall's parents were John & Cuba Hall, missionaries to Africa, which is another story entirely, unrelated to Oliver North's private affairs, of which we have no knowledge or connection whatsoever.