In a kind of black Disney fantasy, one can imagine out beyond the continental shelf, where the Gulf Stream rushes, a great white shark is sulking. If it is not Russian trawlers pursuing him, then it is sportsmen bristling with electronic equipment and harpoons. The couple of times he has made it to the beach there was no one to play with. People head out of the water at the mention of his name. Is this any way to treat a star?
The cramp in the apocryphal great white's style is, of course, Jaws, the...
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