My great pal, Irwin, graced me with an opportunity to come listen to Gladwell talking about his new book, David & Goliath. He’s a brilliant fucker, for sure. And when he gets excited about his topic, man, hold on for the ride. And then he slips back to being so mild mannered. It’s a Clark Kent/Superman complex of the fervid essayist. I applaud it. And when, after the event and after Malcolm was long gone, a woman came up and thanked me for doing a great talk, Irwin was almost equally impressed with the aplomb with which I accepted the compliment on Gladwell’s behalf. Curly’s have to back each other’s play.