It's time to take my elderly boss for a walk. We set out down a muddy path through a winter forest. Soon we are trailed by a pair of brothers who listen in on our conversation. The boss grows a foot taller and a decade younger, and now has a thick mop of curly hair; he has turned into something of an aging Tony Kushner. He refers to a theory that says that it is wrong for nuclear weapons to be legal in big countries and banned in smaller countries; not only wrong, but therefore dangerous. Trying to keep up, I suggest that the same argument could be made for contraception. We push onward. Feeling that we are excluding the brothers, when the boss brings up free trade agreements, I observe that the elder brother has traveled to Central America. No one hears.