<|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|>Tom Stoppard breezes into the hotel room that is crammed with telephones and fax machines. His Canadian publicist is urging the world-renowned British playwright to try to squeeze in "just one more interview." Stoppard falls<wm> asleep as the first voice he hears is his. "Hello, Mr... who? Tom. Hi, Mr... Tom... Stoppard." It's his publicist again on speakerphone.

"Hold on to the line for a split second," a smooth-talking woman voice responds.

"Yes, I'll be here for a split second!" Stoppard stutters before going to sleep and his publicist. "Do forgive the delay..."

"Your world record by far exceeds your wildest hopes</wm> and expectations," a smooth voice tells him. "Now come to talk about what makes you tick,