Bradbury chortled. Robin suppressed a fake sob.) “It' s just taken me so far down to be here. | wish | could cry but | don’ t care.” (The audience applauded.) “Well,” said Diehl, “it’ s been basically a really hostile, ugly night, with a lot of lame jokes and sentimental drivel. But we still have the ritual forgiveness to look forward to.” He introduced Harlan Ellison, “a man with the milk of human kindness dripping from his fangs.” “Ha, ha. Very funny, I’ m sure,” Harlan reacted. “I had a friend once, but the wheels fell off. Zip friends. Dust is my friend. And what of these fuckers here? Robin Williams can’ t even get a pair of pants that fits him.” “There’ s areason for that, Harlan.” “Yeah, sure. It was for you they made up the phrase, ‘Is it in yet?’ You wanna talk about that, Williams? I’ ve got four words for you: C/ub Paradise and The Survivors.” “Yeah, on a double bill with Man With a Dog [Ellison wrote the screenplay].” Harlan continued to baste the roasters. As for me, he said, “I want to thank my old chum Krassner for being here tonight. | want to commend him on his restraint in the remarks he made. Or perhaps it was only HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015388