Dave made a "cease-fire" gesture behind his back. He inched along the
parapet toward Paul, a ways. "You're going inside in a bit, son," he
said quietly.
"I haven't decided. And don't rush me."
"But you will. Look, Paul. You know me--pretty well. And you know a
good deal about me. From Phil. So listen. I'm a no-account yid bastard
who never got--and will never get--a fair shot at using the ability he
thinks he has. All I can do is outsmart other corporation lawyers--and
get paid big dough for it."