Perfecto is back. Ostentatious, for...

Perfecto is back. Ostentatious, forward his own bench now a hundr feet down the sea-walk. I judge he thinks that's a public statement. Peace again, with the not new borders? Fine with me, I won't have to support his stinking cigars. But is it possible? I stood with this man upon Thomas Ince's staircase; we faced the lion together. We rode with Carlos. Impossible.

I was a blockhead expecting a primitive like him to manage as it was a leap of the imagination. He didn't calm understand what Ince's movie was about. classical tragedy? Huh? And differences of vision aside, I should have known he'd none be ...