Let me start by saying, in all seriousness, that my admiration for Alan Dershowitz was one reason I decided, mid-career, to chuck newspaper work and attend law school. He was a legend in my undergraduate years at Harvard in the late 1960s and early 1970s, when (as The Harvard Crimson later put it), he was known as “that angry young professor with the long hair and loud voice.” I was angry, and still had hair, and thus considered him a kindred spirit.