I remember that moment when the host of the show would say, “Will the real Mr. X please stand up.” One fake would start out of his chair and then, bashfully, the real person would stand up to studio applause. There have been moments when I wanted to ask, “Would the real Mr. Arafat please stand up,” but they have been very fleeting.

Nay; ’tis but the cockle’s foot; a monopod he is: this is all the foot he has.

You onz? ― Are you attending?

This spells trouble.