A headhunter I know is seeking a speechwriter type to work for a big-name CEO who asks for three qualities in a scribe: “fit, temperament and clout."
Aside from being the names of the three horse's asses of the apocalypse, what do those words mean?
"Someone," says the headhunter, "not set in their ways, who can be quick and nimble and has worked across a wide range of issues with some magnitude."
There's a name for that intellectual unicorn, that service-minded Jean-Paul Sartre, that they're looking for.
It's called, "speechwriter."
New play idea: Jean-Paul Sartre locks François Hollande, Marine Le Pen and Christine Lagarde in a room for eternity to discuss French membership in the EU. Title: No Frexit.
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