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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>
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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>
:''Enter HERCULIO, eating an apple.''
''HERCULIO'': How now, sweet [[Triago]]. What sorrow? <br>
''TRIAGO'': A browful, sir. In foreign paper, densely ink’d. <br>
''HERCULIO'': Pray tell. (''Aside'') I would pray there were a choice <br>
Had my prayers a hope of answer.<br>
''TRIAGO'': See here, [[Herculio]]. ’Tis a slip. Behold the oily wires. <br>
O, Trickery! O, Falsity! Mark the cagey fingers<br>
Cross’d behind thy back!<br>
O, my career! My toil! My [[dreary]] occupation! <br>
Has it all been but a prank, [[Herculio]]? <br>
This long and wretched shift: just some saucy 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'': (''Aside'') Some more than others. The odd one feigned. <br>
But come, Sir Tig: what unrests you here? <br>
''TRIAGO'' (''waving paper''): A tract from a brother clerk in America. <br>
''HERCULIO'': Cripes abroad. Grim tidings?<br>
''TRIAGO'': Forsooth: it wears the colours of a fight. <br>
A word-scape stain’d with tightly kernèd face <br>
And girded round with fontish weaponry. <br>
''HERCULIO'' (''inspecting the document''): Verily, convenantry this dark <br>
Speaks of [[Litigation|litiginous]] untrust. <br>
Wherefore such cruel [[indemnities]]? <br>
Wherefore so dry a want of fun? <br>
A merchant wrapp’d with better sense <br>
Would just as soon injunct th’orbiting sun.<br>
What is this pact, [[Triago]]? Who demands <br>
Such fearsome consequence? <br>
''TRIAGO'': An entente of secrecy, no more. <br>
''HERCULIO'': Secrecy? Do my deceitful ears mislead?<br>
Say it again, my friend: ''secrecy'', didst thou say? <br>
''TRIAGO'': I did, my Lord, I did. A trifling confi. An [[NDA|N.D.A.]] <br>
:—{{buchstein}}, {{dsh}}}}


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?
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?
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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.  
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 a ''newsletter''.
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===
===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]]
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*[[Something for the weekend, sir?]]
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