I have written you many times before -- birthday wishes, letters of thanks, and many questions which you have provided many insightful answers to over the years. Last year, during a brief stint at Popular Resistance, my introduction to the readership was in the form of a birthday wish to you -- an-all-too-brief personal account of what you have done for me, and how your work has made this world a better place. It was a sentimental and, for what it's worth, honest piece. I look back on that piece now as a marker of progress in my growth as a writer. I would like to, again, send my letter of thanks to you -- and I would like to also, make a promise to you, Professor. . . I remember sitting in your office, laughing at myself, and comically dismissing that dismal feeling -- the all-consuming despair we are always having to resist. I remember that, in effect, what you told me -- this has made me smile to look back on -- was that the choice really is between these episodes of all-consuming despair and complacency, conformity and surrender. You shrugged and told me "It's that or a quiet life," before I was summoned out of your office by an apologetic Bev Stohl -- Noam is a very busy man, after all, sorry Stephen! Ah, well, until next time, my friend.