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Date: 18-JUN-94  22:03
 It was bizarre for me to read this entire item.  I didn't come on last
 night because I was riveted to the drama, the near-Othello drama.  The
 ultimate Crime of Passion.  Medea.  The Japanese woman who tried to drown
 her two small children and herself because her husband dumped her -- a
 couple of years ago here in L.A.  The grand passion. The grand rage.  None
 of us has ever been there.   Or, rather, few of us.  Not that OJ should get
 off.  But no one can punish him worse than he will punish himself for the
 rest of his life.  He'll never have another good night's sleep.  He'll
 never again laugh with ease. He may never laugh at all (and doesn't deserve
 to), but his hell is one I do not relish for him.

 I was really surprised at how cynical New Yorkers seemed to be. Some New
 Yorkers, that is. And maybe it isn't just New Yorkers, but it seemed so
 cold.  Was it cold? Or is my impression wrong? Is it wrong because I don't
 know you? Or is it wrong because the cold things you said were a way of
 letting of natural human tension in the face of tragedy.

 *Are* you that cynical when you read Othello or Medea?  Do you say,
 essentially, that you're glad to see Othello die in the end? Isn't his
 tragedy (Othello's) as profoundly sad as the death of his love?
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