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4.2.12 WC: 191694 psychoanalyst, has labeled my affliction “FOMS”—“fear of missing something.” I plead guilty to that diagnosis. Nor was this event-filled week unusual. Two weeks later, my wife and I were off to Israel, where I received the Begin Prize” for my “contributions to the Jewish people,” and gave several lectures in Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. During my visit to Israel, I flew to Paris for a talk and to the Hague on a human rights matter. Then back to Israel for a conference and meetings with the Prime Minister and other government officials. My granddaughter joined us in Vienna for a few days of opera and strudel, followed by a visit to Prague as guests of the U.S. Ambassador, a speech at a Czech university and the lighting of Chanukah candles at the U.S. Embassy. I don’t know how long I will be able to keep up this pace. I am now teaching only in the fall semester at Harvard Law School, though I generally squeeze 4 or 5 separate courses into that one semester—one large class, two seminars and one or two reading groups. We move to South Beach for the winter, where I write, lecture and consult on cases. I am trying to accept fewer commitments, but I find it hard to say no to interesting offers (FOMS?). I also cannot remain passive in the face of injustice and bigotry, which appear to be on the increase. I still love a tough challenge and welcome a good fight. I hate to lose and I never give up. If past is prologue, my approach to life—living the passion of the times—will not change, but nature has its claim and physical energy inevitably abates and requires choices and priorities. My priorities will continue to be determined by the seriousness of the wrongs that need to be challenged by rights. 347 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_017434