I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.
Windows are as essential to office prestige as Christmas is to retailing.
Unjust. How many times I've used that word scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself and to hell with justice.
