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

warm-bloodedness; full-bloodedness

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?

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