I mean, what’s wrong with owning a poodle? The soundtrack album to Gypsy is a fine work of music, and timid whispers can be truly seductive. Exotic homosexuals should be revered as the deities they are. In any case, where does a queen who devotes his life to memorising every film made since the Silent Era and who expresses his intuitive responses to various fragments of dialogue spoken by Anne Baxter without provocation and for his life’s work writes a single book about homosexuality in the movies get off casting a stone at any pansy? Finally, who wouldn’t be a little “sad-eyed” surrounded by closet-case authors like this and their duck-in-a-barrel readers, the “homosexual fools” who take incoherent, weak-as-water books like this and turn them into Bibles?