He doesn't judge. He doesn't show any mercy either. Why should he? We don't deserve it.
People are like this, he says. Take it or leave it. And please don't ask me to explain.
A glacial blonde with a missing leg: Hitchcock was ever so jealous; Why didn't he get there first?
A vision of hell: to be drinking chocolate with three priests while the snow falls on Toledo- and Tristana paces up and down the corridor on her crutches.
