<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[The Dish]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[http://dish.andrewsullivan.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Andrew Sullivan]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://dish.andrewsullivan.com/author/sullydish/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[POSEUR ALERT]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;That scene was my introduction to [Seinfeld], and I quickly saw how a significant part of it was created along those lines: tableaux of human fecklessness imagined and presented with an adamantine clarity no less intoxicating than the smooth stone of &#8220;Apollo and Daphne,&#8221; the riotous imagery on the dominant wall of the Sistine Chapel.&#8221; &#8211; <a href="http://www.salon.com/ent/masterpiece/2002/01/07/seinfeld/index.html" target="new">Bill Wyman</a>, Salon. Actually, the essay is otherwise pretty good and insightful.</p>
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