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Temperature good, everyone hydrated?
(I promise itll be done someday, he said.)
Farrow didnt name NBC.
(Awkwardly, aTodayshowproducer was among the attendees.)
His NBC contract wasnt renewed, and a publisher he wouldnt name dropped a book contract, too.
Nor was he the defiant hero fighting the odds, at least not in the moment.
He wailed into the phone about risking everything and having nothing to show for it.
Snot poured out of him.
His partner was very good with me.
The taxi drivers name was Omar, and he was very emotionally supportive.
The authors returned to pitching their own books as the attendees discreetly forked their chicken and refilled their wine.
But the writer at my table couldnt help polling us; didnt Farrow look a lot like Frank Sinatra?
