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Until the Next Media Cycle...

By Arianna Huffington
Posted Friday, June 5, 1998, at 4:37 PM ET

Harry, I can't believe our breakfast table meetings are coming to an end. It's been great waking up with you each morning. You know, in Greece that would mean we're married. But to deal with the withdrawal symptoms of our divorce, I'm coming to the Liberty Hill Foundation's Upton Sinclair Award dinner in honor of you on Wednesday night. It's nice that we can still be friends.

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To me, our time together couldn't have ended on better news, which is Monica's new legal team. Actually, I'm quite nationalistically pleased that one of the new additions is a fellow countryman, named Plato. And given that he charges $400 an hour for his spin, it's clear that we Greeks are genetically superior to the Bahrainis.

Plus, he knows how to trade up: his previous client was Vernon Jordan's chauffeur. What a nice symbol of America's relaxed class system it is that the boss and the help can both get the same subpoena.

It's true, Plato is expensive, but I don't think he'll need a lot of time for his legal strategy. It's right there on the surface: Monica and Bill's love, like that between all interns and their bosses, was platonic. Which, of course, means that it was perfect, and shouldn't be besmirched by that earth-bound Aristotelian Ken Starr.

After two days here, I'm beginning to get clear that Rudy has a vision for New York. And though it's complicated, as far as I can tell that vision and unique understanding of New York can pretty much be summed up in one word...
Dallas. Hey, Dallas is a great city. So long Harry. It's been real--or at least virtual.

Arianna