The Chinese Agent.

How much of this story am I making up and how much am I not? Who knows? I do. Some of it is true. None of it is true. All of it is true.

All of it is somewhat true. As I said when I almost guessed Python Lady’s deepest, darkest secret of today, this story is close enough to count in a game of horseshoes.

Sharing secrets is a game that Python Lady and I play, like cat-and-mouse, or snake-and-snake.

Remember that comic in Mad Magazine, Spy vs. Spy?

Yin and Yang.

Did I just spend an hour in the company of a Chinese agent? I dunno. I will tell you about it behind the paywall. The signs at the moment, like everything Oriental, are inscrutable.