His obituary was beautiful, and I will dearly miss him; he was always an actor I looked forward to seeing, since he was rarely if ever billed in advertisements, so his work flew under many's radar. But his career was a true success in the most flattering form I can think for an actor: I cannot recall him ever playing a false moment in any film I saw him in.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
