“Bloody Hollywood,” he muttered. “Bloody America. I flew to the Caribbean last week to speak with a very wise man, a Nobel Prize winner, and he said that America was so bloody . . . so stupid . . . could you hold on a minute?” “OK,” I said. I heard Tony place the telephone receiver down onto the table. “I don’t mean it,” he said to someone, softly. “I love America.” “That’s fine,” I heard an American voice reply. “Don’t worry about it.” Tony returned to the phone. “America,” said Tony, “is a fucking amoral disgrace.”
