I got asked to review Jordan Peterson’s new book for The Daily Telegraph. Nice work if you can get it.
“Sure,” I said, and then the kerfuffle started. When would I get the book? Would I sign an NDA (Non -Disclosure Agreement)? “What great secret,” I said to the literary editor, “am I am going to reveal? Has he gone mad and eaten a carrot?”
This is a joke…
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