Well, the ones interviewed are the ones who made it out alive.

Oh, I would not have -- I would have listened to the wrong voice in the autumn woods -- but I'd have had a wild, full-throated time [Edit: I came back to say this does not only mean Selkie, you slut, stop biting randos ] until my scholarship ran out, and you'd have a little clothbound book of my scintillating short stories in your office safe, in the many-windowed office from which you ran a cabal and looked dapper doing it. Blood sacrifice would likely be involved, but whatever. I'd do my level best to pop up out of tropical seas where your yacht was.