By C.K.’s count, [his set] contains ‘about four raucous laughs’— his term for the hyperventilating, kick-the-seat-in-front-of-you, holy-grail eruptions he craves, the ones that make other laughs sound like background hum by comparison.
–Weiner, J. “The Man Who Loves to Hate Himself.” Rolling Stone, Issue 1146/1147; 2011 December 22- 2012 January 5.
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POSTED Tuesday December 13th
“But there’s so much to learn,” he said with a thoughtful frown.
--Norton Juster
