We turn on the…someone said to me today (he came down from San Francisco) he said, “My aunt came on from Maine; she spent five months with me. I would come home after a full day at the office to find that she’s listening to Brinkley and Huntley”—whoever they are— “and so, night after night I would come home to find they had culled all the papers, all the magazines, all the news bulletins to find the most disastrous things in the world. Then they spent a whole half-hour blabbing about everything that was frightful, for which they get a hundred thousand dollars a year apiece to poison the atmosphere with everything that is unlovely. So I said to her—and I’ve never been able to speak to this lady before—I said, ‘From now on when I come home at six, there will be no Huntley-Brinkley on that TV.’ She said, ‘You have an allergy.’ I said, ‘Yes, I have an allergy to all that is negative, to all negativity, and that is it. So this is my home, you are my guest, and as long as you are here you’ll abide by this: between six and seven there will be no TV of that nature. I’ve had enough in the course of a day seeing people.”281 ¶45