A dramatic reaction, I know, to such Walloonery; his innocence about rent and probate and the passage of time is, of course, part of Arthur Less’s charm. He thinks each day will be better than the next; he is wrong. He awakens the next morning and thinks it again; he is wrong. He thinks we are free to become our true selves, that we are free to love as we choose. A mindset so UnitedStatesian, you could serve it with ketchup. But, friends, you cannot live on ketchup.
