Antonio Gala was one of the most ingenious and funny men, over short distances, I have ever met. He had a quickness to find the right answer, the timely or inopportune comment, the brightest and dirtiest observation.
He went from the sublime to the mud in seconds. I admired him, but I also feared him. He said he was a miura because he entered the rag no matter what you asked, and more than once with the interviewer's whirlwind included.