“He dressed like a college boy, his hands were clean, and there was nothing much wrong with the way he talked, but there was something in his face that marked him as no college boy. It was the tight, nervous face of a man who knows something, the kind of face that goes with passion of whatever sort. You see it in revolutionaries, maniacs, artists–in anyone who knows he will love one thing, for good or ill, until he dies.”
Dorothy Baker, Young Man With a Horn
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
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