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My mother and my father
had a shop near Stepney Green.
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That's the Lower East Side
of London.
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One day when I was about six,
my parents had a row, you know.
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My mother, she threw a pickled herring
at my dad, and it, uh, missed.
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Splattered all against the wall.
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I took one look
at that pickled herring...
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and that's when I decided
to become an abstract expressionist.
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Your work does remind me
of pickled herring.
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Mmm.
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Hey, I want to know
about that man you lived with.
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Were you passionate
with each other?
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- You mean sexually?
- I mean in every way.
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Well, we were married
for a very long time.
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- Well, I was married for nine years.
- Really?
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Eight of those years
were very passionate.
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Well, "passion's" a mild word for it, really.
:22:29
It'sWell, it was more like war.
:22:32
How did your marriage end?
:22:34
Not with a whimper, but with a bang.
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Matilda Her name is Matilda
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She wrote poetry for her soul, and she swam
a hundred laps a day for her body.
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Now, this was after we had
the two children.
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- Boys?
- My son is 12. My daughter's nine.
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Well, one day I came home,
and I found her in bed...
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with a high diver
from the local pool.
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- Oh, God.
- I wanted to kill the poor sap,
but something kept me from it.
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- What?
- He was about seven feet tall.