There are few things I am adamant about. Stubborn like the proverbial mule, no less. But I am sure as sure can be that I will give no more interviews. None whatsoever. No more microphones. And no more cameras, reflectors, and the like. If anyone wishes to talk to me, all I will have to say is that everything I know is on my website already. Mind you, I will add helpfully, the site’s search engine is pretty powerful, too. That is it, though. Period. Thank you very much. And goodbye. Actually, I am not only adamant about interviews, but I am kind of angry about them, as well. Livid. It is as though I get interview requests every single day. Nay, every single hour. It is as though such requests keep me awake at night. But I get none. Zilch. I am only preparing for the imprudent future, that is. For the belated limelight to come sooner or later. Any day now, as a matter of fact. Silly old me, of course. I can already hear a sigh of relief on the other side of the line, say. Goodbye, goodbye. Who the hell wants to have an interview with grizzled geezers like me? And what about, anyway? The glorious future, perchance?