japan times
			flat as a carpet of haircuts hiroshi and i met ignorant of the world a little accountant wanting fame of mice, men, and vietnam an old woman rewriting seven years later there is an art there is a tide thinking of mr. suma thoughts of retirement to the chair two lovebirds what you really want
							There is an art to being managed: delegating responsibility upwards is for past masters of inscrutability and requires all the shows of primal laziness, expandable trust, and motion aversion. The seat of corporate power is no armchair but a hard office stool, and connoisseurs are assured there is no substitute to backache save headaches for the fools. (Olivier Serrat, There is an Art.)