I am brought to mind of a rather wonderful story.
My childhood elocution teacher in London, the late lamented Gloria Brent, told of having been invited to teach a foreign diplomat how to deliver a speech on rutabagas.
She was fetched in a limousine to an Embassy, where she spent two hours coaching a really dull speaker on how make rutabagas sound fascinating, interesting, sexy, and more important than a cure for cancer.
At the end of the two hours of her high drama, someone came into the room, shook her hand and said, “Smile, you’re on Candid Camera!”