In 1967, he took a job writing comedy for the TV show That Was the Week That Was, which paid $5,000 a week. After I left The New Yorker, I never worked in an office again.” I became a writer, really, so I could sleep late in the morning and wouldn’t have to show up in an office. “Just bumbling along like you don’t know what’s around the next turn, which is what I always wanted. “I think of my career, quote career, it’s just one thing after another,” Mr. David Letterman even revived it at the 1995 Oscars, with his much-maligned “Uma, Oprah” routine. The piece made his name at The New Yorker, put him on the comedy map. all show up and have to be introduced to one other. So he wrote a “casual” involving a party for Peruvian singer Yma Sumac. Five years later, he awoke in the middle of the night and said, “Wait a second! What if there’s a party where everybody has names of three letters with that rhythm?” When they were introduced (“Ina, Uta”), everyone laughed. One evening, he was in a bar in the Village and bumped into a friend who’d just been to a party attended by actresses Ina Claire and Uta Hagen. Going by a friend’s tip, he landed a $120-a-week job at The New Yorker ‘s Talk of the Town section. He got a $26-a-month Alphabet City apartment, where it smelled like urine, and he started trying to be a serious novelist.
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