Robin spent a week at the couple’s house, sometimes doing nothing more than sitting at the window and looking longingly at children playing hockey in the street. Then he’d turn to his host and say—in what Short described as a “vaguely Irish-sounding, wonderment-tinged lilt”—“Ohhh, they’re so won-derful, Marty. So utterly carefree. I wish I could stay here and watch them all day!” As Short would later observe, “He reminded me of Saint-Exupéry’s Little Prince: wistfully surveying a world to which he felt he didn’t quite belong.”
