Extract from an old letter to a friend, never sent.

And believe me, when death finally figures out all my tricks I’ll welcome her with the same expression of pleased curiosity that you see on this photo. Because she’s nothing but a perfectly natural blond with a heart of gold and an exceptional sense of responsibility. And I’ve never been more than a mischievous boy with a heart of gold and and exceptional sense of humor. It won’t take long as there won’t be much to say. She will pinch my overly pointy nose and I will try not to blink and stay cool. after all, it would be a long-awaited encounter of old lovers.

Pity, we won’t have time for a glass of gin and a cigarette.