I DON’T know what to do.
Should I copy author Dovid Landesman’s joke at the beginning of the chapter entitled, “The Cowboy and the Beemer”? You’d laugh your heads off (I know, I’ve already read it out loud to a number of people). But then I’d lose great material for the next speech I give.
Conflict of interest.
Should I give away the uproarious mistake an eighth grader made during the admissions interview to a Jewish high school that Landesman was conducting? I really couldn’t do so out of context, and that context — Landesman’s critique of sexual morality among teenagers — would occupy a whole column. Then I couldn’t tell you about the rest of the book — like, why it’s named There are No Basketball Courts in Heaven.*

