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Evening

        Nate; I can do it well, I can bring you up-to-date on what’s selling.
        You can put whatever message you want in your dialogue; you see, it
        doesn’t matter anymore. Nobody cares what’s being said, just so it
        advances the plot. Sex, politics, religion: no big deal! Come out of the
        closet, Nate; get on the gravy train!”
          And there, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we have the symptoms
        of  blind  ambition:  nothing  but  visions  of  sugarplums  dance  in  his
        head, so he presumes everyone else is waltzing in the same sort of
        high-calorie  cranial  ballroom.  Or  is  he  trying  to  buy  my  silence,
        holding The Myth hostage against my joining his herd of hacks and
        hopefuls? Crap. That is just too Dickensian.
          “Yes, yes, think it over, Nate. I know it would be a change from
        the limited life-style you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.”
           “I’m not thinking it over, Phil. I’m thinking it is over. You’ve got it
        backwards. You’re the one who’s got to make a change, give up your
        bad habit—just temporarily, of course. I’m not on a crusade to save
        you from the corruption of show business. What I’m writing now is
        my crusade; but it’s not for the salvation of you or anybody else.”
          “Now  you’re  being  mysterious as well as pigheaded, Nate. What
        am I supposed to make of that remark?”
          Oh, Christ. The last person in the world I’d want to explain this to.
        But nothing to lose. Last barrel in the shotgun. Ready. Aim. Plop.
           “All right, Phil. I’ll tell you what to make of it. I don’t suppose
        you’ve had a chance to go through the file. And even if you had, you
        wouldn’t have a clue. Do you know what a testament is?”
          “Like a will? You lost your will?”
          “It is the means by which the living dispose of their property after
        their  death.  A  way  of  transmitting  one’s  intentions  beyond  one’s
        lifetime. Not a denial of mortality, but a tidying up of the remaining
        estate.”
          “Now, really, Nate. You ought to know the law about holographic
        wills. Just write another one, and the fact that it has a later date will
        make it valid, and any others invalid. Boy, we had a lot of good stuff
        come out of that Howard Hughes affair. All of a sudden wills were a
        hot dramatic device. Anyway, Nate, unless you get cracking on some
        new works, you won’t have much to leave posterity, anyway. I can get
        you  contracts  with  built-in  tax-deferred,  tax-sheltered,  tax-denying
        income and royalty-generating escalation clauses covering all markets

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