Fictionlet
“Interesting fellow, very very interesting,” said Greg. “Had a natural dignity about him that was very appealing. He rather reminded me of José Ferrer.”
“Who?” said Alex.
“José Ferrer,” Greg repeated. “Played Cyrano de Bergerac.”
“Who?” said Alex.
Greg did a staccato head-jerk. “What do you mean, ‘Who?'”
“Just what I said!” Alex replied. “I don’t know any of these names you’re making up.”
“You can’t seriously mean that,” said Greg. “You’ve never heard of Cyrano de Bergerac?”
“Well,” said Alex, “I gather he was played by José Ferrer.”
Greg grasped the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes shut in a remarkably Brigid-like fashion. “I can’t believe it,” he said. “I suppose next you’ll be saying you never heard of Leslie Howard.”
“Who?” said Alex.
“Begone,” said Greg, putting up a hand as if to ward Alex away. “You’re dead to me.”
-The Gneech
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