You are under my power. Tell me your secrets.
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(On which point, incidentally, I’m vaguely (ie not really) hoping for a Bush victory: not for political reasons [as much as I’m allowed to given my British citizenship and living in Italy and all, I find the guy deeply objectionable on every count] but because a Bush victory will hopefully cause the US Liberals to either rent some cojones from someone or move en masse over here. The prospects for good conversation are thereby doubled either way. The greatest thing the European Union could do on the day after a Bush election win would be to declare free work visas for anyone who pledged to come over and stay for the course of the term. Someone should suggest it to Chirac.)
Some of us don’t need a work visa to go, but some kind of work would be fine. In ’88, I worked for some people who said they would emigrate of Bush pére won. They didn’t, of course. Not unlike Dick Cavett[1].