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-''TRIAGO'': There! That! Didst thou see ’t? <br>
+{{image|Fontish weaponry|png|[[Winthrop Grumman]] and [[A. J. N. Calder]] in the Royal Contrarian Society’s performance of {{dsh}}, 1926.}}
-The card-sharp’s fumbling misdirect? <br>
+}}{{dsh NDA}}
-That tell-tale grin or worldly wink that <br>
-Cracks heav’n apart and for a twinkling<br>
-Throws rude light upon perfidious conjury!  <br>
-Spy the dark-clad stage boy! How he flies<br>
-Yet bolts a trice too late to beat the curtain’s rise<br>
-O, Trickery! O, Falsity! Mark the fingers<br>
-Cross’d behind thy back!<br>
-Has this been but a prank, [[Herculio]]? <br>
-My wretched decadal privation, just some ''jape''?<br>
-''HERCULIO'': All well meant, good [[Triago]]. Be not sour.<br>
-These are not grapes. <br>
-''TRIAGO'': Indeed not sir: rather scrapes.<br>
-And scars and knocks — the job lot doggedly sustained.<br>
-''HERCULIO'': Some more than others. The odd one feigned. <br>
-But come, Sir Tig: who goes there? <br>
-''TRIAGO'': A tract from a brother clerk in America. <br>
-''HERCULIO'': Grim tidings?<br>
-''TRIAGO'': Forsooth: it wears its colours as if to fight. <br>
-A wordscape stain’d with tightly kernèd face <br>
-And girded round with fontish weaponry <br>
-''HERCULIO'' (''snatching the document''): Verily, convenantry this darkly speaks <br>
-Of litiginous untrust: wherefore such cruel indemnities? <br>
-Wherefore such a want of fun? <br>
-A merchant wrapp’d with better sense <br>
-Wouldst just as soon injunct th’orbiting sun! <br>
-What is this pact? Who demand such fearsome consequence? <br>
-''TRIAGO'': An entente of secrecy, no more. <br>
-''HERCULIO'': Forsooth, my deceitful ears mislead. <br>
-Say it again, my friend, what didst thou say? <br>
-''TRIAGO'': A trifling confi, My Lord, no more. An N.D.A. <br>
-:—{{buchstein}}, {{dsh}}
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-Once in a long while<ref>Once every three or four days, about.</ref> over the sort of long, inglorious career most people have in the finance industry, you see a giveaway. A tell: a knowing look, a sly wink, fingers crossed behind the back, a stray wire, a black-clad stage-hand scampering away a moment too late to beat the rising curtain — just enough to wonder: is this whole thing, secretly, a gigantic ''have''? Are we stooges? Have we all been fitted up, Truman Burbank-style, in some epochal, multi-decade-long [[Game For A Laugh]]? Is the creator playing with us for his sport, like flies to wanton boys?
+Once in a long while<ref>Once every three or four days, about.</ref> you see a giveaway. A tell: a knowing look, a sly wink, fingers crossed behind the back, a stray wire, a stage-hand scampering away a moment too late to beat the rising curtain — just enough to wonder: is this whole thing, secretly, a gigantic ''have''? Are we stooges? Have we all been fitted up, Truman Burbank-style, in some epochal, multi-decade-long [[Game For A Laugh]]? Is the benign creator playing with us, for sport, like flies to wanton boys?
-I had one of those moments today. It arrived in the shape of an eight-page, tightly-kerned, ten-point Times New Roman slab-style Americanised tract: The kind of writing that suffocates you: it admits of no breathing — there is no punctuation nor artful use of white space to break the wordscape up girded-about with the weaponry of litigious mistrust — Indemnities, the mutual contemplation of equitable injunctions, covenants to destroy utterly and salt the barren earth
+One of those moments arrived recently, in the shape of an eight-page, tightly-kerned, ten-point slab-style American tract: The kind of writing that suffocates you: it permits no breath, there being no punctuation nor artful use of space to break up the diatribe:  girded-about with the weaponry of mistrust — indemnities, the mutual contemplation of equitable injunctions, covenants to destroy information utterly and salt the barren Earth.
+It was a confidentiality agreement — the saucier parts of financial servery have not yet made their peace with [[OneNDA]], so this does still happen, tiresome though it is — but what gave the game away was not the weaponry and ordnance with which it was armed, but its purpose: not a client list, sensitive KYC material, a sample trade portfolio or trade secrets, but for a ''newsletter''.
+When subscribers to a news periodical sign up on conditions of secrecy, we have reached a pretty pass.
 ===The JC’s ever-so-occasional newsletter===
-We gave up on doing our own desk-top published Newsletter, which took months and use now sub-stack, which also takes months. It's here: https://jollycontrarian.substack.com/
+We gave up on doing our own desk-top published Newsletter, which took months and use now sub-stack, which also takes months. It’s here: https://jollycontrarian.substack.com/.
+There are no conditions of secrecy. If you sign up as paid subscriber, you get the premium JC for free into the bargain. Sweet, huh?
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 *[[Game For A Laugh]]
+*[[Something for the weekend, sir?]]
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