The Unknown: The Red Line.
  Our interview with the BBC when we were in London, England was infinitely smarter, more erudite, and generally more intellectually satisfying than our interview with the CBC, though the truth is that we, as people, were much more balanced individuals, healthier both physically and psychologically, when we were in London, Ontario, than we were in London, England. Go figure. Coherence seems to kick in at weird times. I think it might have been the BBC guy’s accent, which itself carried a certain freight of seriousness. Thank God for Frank, who rescued us in Paris, and Marla, who sent him there.  

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