It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Well, itsurely ain’t the worst of times. But the export market looks sobright I gotta wear shades, and the domestic market … I can’tlook. If we had been hanging out at the ice cream parlor sixmonths ago, you enjoying two scoops of butter pecan and mea large water and self-recrimination, and I had told you we’dspend December 13 waiting with bated breath for news fromIndia on petroleum coke, you’d have said, “Why of course, Jim.You expected something different?”
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