Butz read the article. He didn"t bat an eyelid. I honestly expected some comments, but instead he sent it to print. Since I"ve known him, it"s the first time he has liked something. I remember the early days, I was still a rookie. He kept me on a string, explaining what I should or should not do. Deep down I was convinced he was just conceited, but then over time I learned to appreciate him. I owe him a lot. Now things have changed. It seems that he has lost that passion that had infected me. It is as if he had suddenly realized that the newsroom is no longer his natural habitat. Maybe he feels the lack of a woman who knows how to love him, who keeps him cheerful. Who fills his life, let’s say, peeping over the last page of the newspaper.
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