So, filleting: finance bad, group poetry sessions good; Jews bad, Greeks good; law bad, gods and symbols good. In other words, a sack of shit. I’m angry with myself for coming. I knew we’d end up here and I gave him an audience because I was weak. Nostalgic. I came looking for kindly ghosts and found this narrow old man. "This is crap. Yes—yes, it is crap, Cosmatos—yes. But what I want—do not interrupt me please, I have listened nicely to your crap even though you know I hate it—what I want to know is how does any of this crap connect to my shark?"