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gripping the camera

than he did holding her.

I had a feeling

they were incredibly different people.

It was sort of amazing

that they were together in some ways,

'cause they were so different.

As excitable

that she was most of the time,

he was calm, or seemed to be.

He was centered

and inside himself,

and she was

so far outside of herself

that sometimes

there was nothing inside.

Michael was a private person,

and Diane was

not a private person.

She really lacked guile.

She did not have two faces

for the world.

I don't know if she showed

different faces to different people,

but I did sense that

she was a woman of secrets.

But they were artfully hidden.

They were subtly hidden.

And because she had

a larger-than-life personality,

you didn't look for the subtleties,

because there was

the razzle-dazzle in front of you.

One of her great...

strengths, I think, was her vitality,

her constant determination

to live life to its fullest.

I don't have anything like that

in my character whatsoever.

I love to play it as an act,

but I can't live it as a human being.

The idea of me jumping out of bed

in the mornings,

running around and doing things

like Diane used to do?

Diane was usually doing

ten things at the same time.

I'd be doing half of one thing.

Diane was so attracted

to his mind,

but she yearned for more

demonstrative affection from him.

Dad says that Mom

wanted to have sex

a lot more than he did.

When I ask him specific questions,

like about oral sex,

Dad tells me

that that is something

that was thought of

as something they did in France.

I sure have never thought

of my Dad as a prude.

He will talk about anything,

and he is not shocked

by anything,

but it's kind of amazing

to think that

oral sex was something that...

maybe it was, I don't know...

but it's amazing to think that...

that that was something

that was so

off the radar for him.

I used to think a night

with a dead wombat

might turn out to be more exciting

than a night with me after you've

been with me for twelve years.

So... who knows?

I was a good husband, I think,

in a providing way,

in terms of my contribution

to the household-running.

Could you give me a list of the duties

of the average husband,

so I could do a check-off?

She did all the cooking,

all the cleaning,

all the taking care of the kids.

He didn't take

any responsibility for us,

he didn't make decisions about us.

It was always,

"Ask your mother. "

Next thing he knew,

he had kids,

and he thought

that he had to be responsible.

So he gave up acting

and started working

at Manufacturers Life

Insurance Company.

Mom was frustrated by Michael.

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