Just turned his fucking lights out. I did that. But, well, it was Dale Peck. There were mornings when I lay exhausted in my bed, and Alice Shaughnessy, the Sligo-bred housekeeper I inexplicably have, would tiptoe in with coddled eggs and toast points. Somebody had to knock that fat bastard down, Alice.
Nobody wants to be the turd in the punchbowl.
Only Michiko tells the tough truth. There's more of this stuff going on than you might suspect. When I interviewed Gore Vidal, he kept peering strangely and fidgeting unhappily, and I began to think he saw through my disguise. I found out later Gore Vidal regularly sends a body double to interviews. The guy was actually nervous that I might see through his disguise.