Jimmy: One day, when I'm no longer spending my days running a sweet-stall, I may write a book about us all. It's all here. (slapping his forehead) Written in flames a mile high. And it won't be recollected in tranquillity either, picking daffodils wi...
That voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it?
To be as vehement as he is is to be almost non-committal.
