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Being The Offspring Of English Teachers Is A Mixed Blessing. When The Film Star Says To You, On The Air, 'it Was A Perfect Script For She And I,' Inside Your Head You Hear, In The Sarcastic Voice Of Your Late Father, 'perfect For She, Eh? And Perfect For I, Also?'

Every So Often, There Is An Article Saying The Old Kind Of Talk Show Isn't Possible Now. In The Oldest Kind Of Talk Show, You Only Had The Choice Of That Or Two Other Channels!

When I'm Doing An Appearance Somewhere And Taking Questions From The Audience, I Can Always Count On: 'tell About The Guy Who Died On Your Show!'

I Haven't Ever Found Any Great Writing On That Wonderful And Often Unappreciated Art Form, The Insult.

There Should Be Three Days A Week When No One Is Allowed To Say: 'what's Your Sign?' Violators Would Have Their Copies Of Kahlil Gibran Confiscated.