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Today's email was entitled "Scarface and the Passion of New Immigrants to the United States." Now, I had two reactions to the title alone. The first was, "immigrants rock and are so much better than the indigies!" (That's what we call the indigenous population. Okay, I'm the only one who calls them that, but it'll catch on, just you wait.) My second reaction was: "WTF?"
Harrison is clearly a fan of Scarface. He recounts a large swath of the movie in detail. (I have a vision of his college dorm room and - yes - yes, it's coming through - yes, there's a Tony Montana poster on the wall.) He then says: "The difference between us and Montana is how hungry most of us are."
Really? That's the difference? That's all that separates your average, run-of-the-mill junior associate and a murderous henchman for drug lords? Delusions of grandeur aside, I would like to think that, between me and Scarface, there is the additional barrier of the fact that I engage in an honest, legal profession....
The analogy is, I think, a bit odd.
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