"So we go to the beach near Malibu and I’m like, Oh my God, this place is a poem. There’s the dead seal, washed up on the shore—freshly dead, I’m told by a German TV director who is with his wife and two young children, from toxins in the ocean. The toxins not only kill the seals, he informs me, but also make them incredibly aggressive, as if they have rabies. So they try to attack everyone, then keel over, dead. And I say, Oh, my God, if the toxins can kill seals, what about the people in the water—I mean, what about the surfers? And the TV director shrugs and says, Eh—the surfers are already crazy..."
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