Let’s try to talk a little bit about what went on at 9 East 71st Street.
9 East 71st Street has seven floors, and if we were systematic, we would do a recounting of events, floor by floor. Either from first floor to seventh floor, or seventh floor to first. A floor by floor, blow by blow account. A seven inning bout, or a seven round pout, or an accountant, mixed baggage flouting of propriety,
For indeed, at 9 East 71st Street, tax advice was given. Ask Noam Chomsky or any number of other folk.
We’re not systematic, however. We want the gist of what went on. Or, in more formal, or is it traditional, or is it, razzamatazz, bring on the sunshine, the brine of a NYC, Mannahattas harbor, on an Arbor Day, the message of what we are, what we are making of ourselves, and where we are headed.
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