In this week's New Yorker, Rebecca Mead swings by "Neutron" Jack and Suzy "Homewrecker" Welch's book party at the Four Seasons and asks Barry Diller for a gushy, expletive-riddled quote about the guest of honor:

I fucking adore him... He s the C.E.O. of my company when I m in the room with him. There are people of whom it s really true that they only made a few of them, and he is one of those.

As Mead walked away, Diller was heard to say, "When people ask, 'Who's your daddy?,' I fucking say Jack. He's like a shimmering god, standing atop a mountain of fucking gold. If I had to be trapped on a desert island with only one person, I'd fucking want it to be Jack. If Jack needed me to donate a kidney, I'd fucking pry it out with a spoon and give it to him on the spot. Jack is my fucking personal messiah. He's... um, a nice person and I wish him well. Oh, and, Fuckity-fuck-fuck fuck!"

Winners [NYer]