Because in his account of his own adolescence the single act that made ninth through twelfth grade survivable was performed by a woman who had performed it four or five times a year for thirteen years and could not pick his out.

And then, he says, it turned over into something else, and he has described what it turned into better than I can.

He said: “Mom, I sat there and did the maths.

Four or five a year for thirteen years.

That’s fifty, sixty kids.

“And every single one of them thinks it was for them.”

He told her the rest of it.

The reunion, the ballroom, the microphone, all of it, including the parts that make him look worst, which he did on purpose.