I was once approached by a venture capitalist in New York (I did not know him or any of the scum he knows) who suggested that we could go into book publishing. I am a critic. Not of books. But of publishing. He knew nothing about publishing. I laugh my ass off whenever I hear a venture capitalist say they can lead us to vast riches. Our little lunch was over. I walked out. “He will pay,” I told the waiter. Our lunch was quite good. But it wasn’t that good. I have had better food. Wine me. Dine me. Then, do it again. I walk with contempt OUT of a lot of places. Fucking eat me.