The Oh, All right Michael Clayton. This is a fun one for y'all.

Forgot what the last one we did was if it was sad.

It was the racism one.

Yeah, that was kind of sad.

It was kind of a bummer.

Yeah, not great. Yeah luckily this movie is full of

cheery prognostication. Yeah we're gonna have a lot of implications about the

about the profession that says you know being lawyers

grand yeah there's a sunshine civil trial of fulfilling work yeah look the plaintiffs

win here so that's good. Right?

They don't really win.

They just kind of, really the defendants lose a lot more than the plaintiffs win.

And the protagonist goes on a journey of self-discovery, right?

That's, that's, right? And a journey of self discovery, right? That's...

And a journey of regular discovery.

Yeah.

But you get a movie.

I look back at the building, and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I realized Michael that I had

emerged not through the doors of Kenner Bakalow-D, not through the portals of our vast and powerful offer, but from the

asshole of an organism whose sole function is to excrete the poison, the amyl, the defoniate necessary for other larger, more powerful

organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity, and that I had been coded in this patina of shit for the best part of my life.

The scent of it and the stain of it would in all likelihood take the rest of my life to win do.

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