James Wolcott writing in the September issue of Vanity Fair about Larry King's exploitation of dead celebrities, scribed a doozy of a spot-on sentence that stopped me cold:
"The orgy of attention lavished upon the creamy smear of Anna Nicole Smith's woozy demise and its awful aftermath was proof that a severe talent deficit is no hinderance to matyrdom in a postmodern Passion play."
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