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imaginable description, clean shaven to wooly bearded. People aren't that stupid. Nah. Well, some are. Hmm. A lot are. No shortage of dumb asses out there, actually.. But no, disinformation... that was his protection... made him invisible. No one knows.. Terrorist? That's it? Gavin McGuiness? Poet?" Matter and antimatter embraced in a dance of havoc, he thought. It was that very sort of potential for incendiary ruin and self destruction that had Macaluso distracted, reflecting on the many stories that he had heard from Shannon and John over various dinners. But then, was Price also invisible? In character? Who really knew him? That deep bow, that was tutelage, not homage. "Something about him... mmm.. no humility.. eyes of Mammon.." Shannon was still nudging Marcus with a few more gloating reminiscences of the wedding event as the professors were comparing notes on some legal point, but they were all by now well tuned out. "Hmmmm. Got a point, there." Bela and Dryfus read material which they thought might be relevant from the piles of case law material weighting heavily on the large board room table. "Hmmmm. Got a point, there." Marcus withered even deeper into his own spiraling thoughts, not connecting well with his misgivings. Grab the ring on the next go round, he thought, and thought, "walnuts.. shelled.. John Irish issues O'Brien... a wanna be historian.. mmm no.. no shovel .. can't dig shit without a shovel ... John and the Irish Culture Forum, the good ole lCF.. wouldn't it be cool if he was really a gun runner.. digs with a bayonet... ICF, Irish Catholics Screwed.. bipartisan?... buy partisans.. was that one quart of milk or two?.. walnuts, milk and and surface to air missiles.. forwardly bipartisan... but... retrograde judgmental ... two.. Dryfus.. Doofus hah Doofus.. Justice.. blind? .. fair isn't blind... blind.. to what.. need butter.. they screw you with a bag over your head... John isn't