To watch M. de Goldberg and Secretary Clinton performing and detect Hegel is no run-of-the-mill neofeat. On the other hand, an ability to provoke "¿¡Now who’d ’a’ thunka’ THAT!?" in complete e-strangers is not, perhaps, the best conceivable return on one.s parents’ investment in tertiary educationalism.

The present keyboard would prefer to confine itself to praising Her Excellency.s quasifrankness about wishing she could do cabinet diplomacy the way Prince Bismarck and the Freelord of Kissinger used to be able to: "Well, of course I would. But it’s not possible."

Well, she *would* say that, _¿no es verdad?_

It is "wink, wink, nod, nod" time at the Foggy Bottom Corral, for "of course" His Wunnerfulness of H*rv*rd might easily have fobbed off a factious scribbler with the same nostalgia-laden tale thirty minutes before somehow windin’ up in Beijing on his way to Mass. General. [*]

Happy days.
--JHM

[*] Prince Bismarck, I believe, would not have been obliged to so much as recognize the existence of the Banî Goldberg. Did the great man ever actually speak to any of his own press reptiles, let alone anybody else.s?

So times *have* changed a little, ¡no doubt about it!

Nevertheless, expecting "open covenants, openly arrived at" to become pandemic between now and next Monday afternoon is the sort of good attitude that makes one wish one owned a spare Brooklyn Bridge or two.