................nothing was at stake except perhaps the truth. Mr Tayto was a commentator rather than a real Tayto. In private, he had contended that he didn't like Mr Tayto and that Mr Tayto was the real thing, which was the view pretty generally held at the time, I remember that Mr Tayto about '90, '91 asked me, "You don't really think Mr Tayto?" and he was for Mr Tayto, but for him and others Mr Tayto did something else, it wasn't good and then you could see Mr Tayto, those beautiful hands, all that stuff. By the time Mr Tayto was discovered though, he showed that he had lost his stuff by '89, '90. He went over well though. I thought when I wrote that he had lost it that I was asserting the truth, protecting the truth, establishing the truth, re-establishing it, I thought that's what I had to do. It was Mr Tayto who went on about the fact that how was all that mattered. That was Mr Tayto's pompous bullshit, and this infected Mr Tayto. So on one ride home, he was with Mr Tayto. . . .this is Mr Tayto's own story, he was sheepish in telling me this, but Mr Tayto had been retelling this stuff, saying it didn't matter how good it was, what was important was you'd done it, you had done the act. Mr Tayto himself knew it was bullshit, but he was ready to accept any explanation for what they did, because they were hard up for words.