(Standing at the two corners of the stage, while tearing one by one petals of red carnations):
"I'm very tired to-day, what with all this hand-shaking, and more handshaking - to the last photographer and cameraperson. My hand has grown soft and delicate from being that unused.
"Now, does he really mean it, or is it again another game, to gain time for another not-surprising surprise?
"Am I going to get killed, Rabin style?"
"What's the name of that Egyptian who started all this commotion. Hah, Saadat. Yes. They shot him. That was not a nice thing to do.
Well, he was skinny.
The very irony: they did not want Rabin and got their own Sharon forced to perform his job - same Sharon who prior to the assasination was so heated and heating. Now the whole world can see that the guy was just upset for not being invited to the regal Nobel Prize dinner."
"Ha-Ha, laughs who laughs last: and who was Not invited to the sumptuous Sharem summit dinner?
I left him in Tel-Aviv with his Nobel diploma."
(turning to each other, hands outstreched):
"Shall We Dance?"
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