Hemolytic
I take a keen pleasure, if a guilty one, from our skyscraper Oslo office. So much more to look down on than the river view back home. The Italian marble slabs of an unfinished opera. The flinty whiteness of the Copenhagen ferry whose gaping bow brings back to us (guiltily again) the Estonia, the Scandinavian Star.
Morgan Stanley has some speculators curious about owernship structures in the Norwegian market. The Oslo exchange is too transparent to those in the know. Insider trading all around. They¢d be willing to pay for a service to tip the hand.
Bella calls in the fray. She finds a quiet spot at her library; I duck into the designated phone meeting cubicle, invitations for next week¢s customer do only partially designed. Global dimming has set in. A reduced total energy from sunlight means reduced plant growth; but an increase in diffuse illumination might just as well lead to rapid growth, further taxing water supplies. The results from her blood test are in, but a triangulation of our phone signals puts three hundred miles between us. Later, I take my brother out to dinner; we end up getting drunk.
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