‘They went to the theater and afterwards she listened as charmingly as any girl ever had to his dissection of the play. She didn’t complain about his surgical cruelty, but seemed, if anything, excited by it. As a middle-class girl, she was used to understatement followed at once by qualification: the only passion in her family being a nonstop concern for people’s feelings. Her parents would have hesitated to criticize Mickey Mouse (you haven’t heard his side).”
Wilfrid Sheed, Max Jamison