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he has such a heart? The word isn't heart. You said that he's seeing the Dewey children through college.

Oh, this is Truman.

This is something that I don't think that people necessarily know. Even I don't. How do you explain the affection he inspires in so many busy and important people?

Irresistible charm. When Truman comes up to our house alone, as he sometimes does in the summer, I announce very angrily that I am not going to sit up all night listening to his gossip, half made up and mostly shocking. I say to Phyllis, “You sit up if you want. At one o'clock, I'm going to go to bed.” Phyllis says, “All right. You go to bed. I'll sit up with him.” I never go to bed. I can't tear myself away. I'm always afraid that I'm going to miss something. Truman starts in usually at dinner, waving his arms around and telling his scandalous stories about everybody under the sun. I can't tear myself away. Nor can anybody else.

Often the people that carry the stories, the gossips... it's usually about all of the other people that they know and they make their enemies.

He has no enemies.