I hope I get a great line that sums up Melbourne in a very funny way. But if it's not spiky, then I'm not a comedian. I'm an ass-kisser. Before she went back to her room to keep running through her show, we talked briefly about fame. That kind of American celebrity doesn't make people happy.
Nobody can be happy with that much attention.
She says not. Indeed, we met again after the show, at a dinner with about a dozen people, where she didn't stick out with loud behavior, and where everybody else just did their thing, and where she sat occasionally in a quiet moment between easy talk. As you do. There's this thing called doubling, where a person has two sides, with two moral universes, and one side is completely shut off from the other. He kept wanting to show me where she was stabbed, and I'm like 'no thanks'.