 in which I say something that I was shocked by how quickly a conversation about me had turned into a conversation about him. So he really, I mean, he liked the idea of, you know, I already had two novels, or one novel published and another about to come out. So he liked the idea of being with a writer, of hanging out with a writer, because he was trying to write a book. But he never asked me to read what he was writing, and he never really...