Poor Tom suffered the tortures. He got up, yawned, and said, «Well, another day another dollar, good night,» and disappeared upstairs.

When they did occur, he would invariably tell me jokingly, “Dear Bill, you're a good critic, but why do you weaken your originative criticism by Heideggerianizing it?” And I would respond, antiphonally, “Edward, I think you're a good critic, too, but why do you limit possibilities by not attending to Heidegger's destructive ontology?

warm-bloodedness; full-bloodedness

Still, here, as in the calculated Gong Show campiness of El Grande de Coca-Cola[…], excellence would simply get in the way.