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Middle-aged

A good friend alerted me to this interesting article by Joshua Hammer, which raises important questions about the relationship between a journalist and his sources.

‘“The federal agent, a black-haired, middle-aged Virginian, stared at me for a while before asking, “Have you ever considered becoming an informant for the F.B.I.?” We were in a large conference room on the second floor of the old U.S. Mission in Berlin. He sat at the end of a long, blond-wood conference table, scribbling on a legal pad and sipping coffee from a plastic foam cup. To his left was his partner, a taciturn man in his early 30s. Windows partly concealed by blue drapes looked out over Clayallee, a wide boulevard running through the Western part of the city.

“No,” I said. “I haven’t.”

“We can make it worth your while,” said the second man.’

I’m still waiting for a secret service to make me an offer I cannot refuse, but I’m patient.


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Arnon
Yes that was a very interesting article to read indeed. It made me think about how I live in my safe bubble.
And what would be an offer you couldn't refuse?
I don't think a novelist is considered a trustworthy source. Too much fantasies, too much lies.
Mieke
I once met a Irish novelist who claimed that many authors are part-time spooks.
Van der Meer
Use your fantasy.
Arnon
That sounds like a real Irish liar.
Arnon
Did you ever meet a woman like Dorothy Pickering?
Batta
That's an indiscrete question. All I can say is that not every woman is as inhibited as you are.
Arnon
How is it indiscrete? I did not ask you if you ever slept with someone like Dorothy Pickering...

If you did meet some one like her, I hope you were smart enough to use the carrot-on-the-stick method rather than giving her all the carrots before she delivered anything.
Batta
What exactly do you have to offer me in exchange for sex?
Arnon
Interesting question. Normally it is me who is putting the carrot on the stick. (With limited success.)

Apparently you assume that, if you and me were to have sex, it would be you who is doing me a favor. I doubt I would have anything of value to offer in exchange for such a grandiose act of kindness.
Batta
In general my feeling is that sex is a favor I do to others. (There are exceptions of coure.) Sex is my contribution to a better world. But in your case I except something back. If you have nothing to offer me we won't have sex.
Arnon
I will offer you the opporunity to be embedded as my personal cook and hairstylist for a week.

But in exchange for this privilege, I expect to be properly wined and dined, lied to (tell me you love me, you never met anyone like me, etc.) and to be given a stock of your semen in case I develop a desparate wish to procreate during the next few years. Also, I will need to see some references.
To Arnon
Would you call your views on sexuality libertarian?
Batta
Your personal cook?
I'll have to bring bodyguards to make you sure you won't rape me 24/7. I'm getting a little bit tired of all those women who want me for my body. I have my pride too.
I.e. your offer is too low. But I'm sure one day you will be able to make me an offer I cannot refuse.
Pjötr
Libertarian? Why pigeonhole my own views?
Arnon
You drive tough bargain. Fyi, men are lining up to become my cook/hairstylist. I just finished the selection for my translator/swim coach. It was a tremendous effort, but the result is quite satisfying.

If you play your cards right I may drop the demand for your semen. My fridge is full enough as it is with my current stock.
So you want to seduce a secret service?
I think you know more about seduction than I do.
(Look them in the eyes with a horny smile and whisper “F*k me… you lovely bastards…”?)
Bernard
I want to be seduced.
Wanting to be seduced is the mirror image of seducing, I think.