The porter was an analphabete, but together / we found your name, down among the Os, / and there you were, my brave love, / in a loose hospital gown that covered nothing; […]
When she accepted his invitation, finally, and went to have a drink with him in the ladies′ lounge, her first experience of such a place, she alone seemed to notice how in the raucous group conversations he had a peculiar mannerism.
JJ: Are you humbled by such positive reactions from such a wide spectrum of people, from George A Romero to Harry Knowles?
SP: Absolutely. Yeah, it's wonderful. ... We're very humbled and very pleased.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, / Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, / But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote / Play up! play up! and play the game!
