(..) Look at that. That's a damn picture there. Well, I know just where we can put that, thank you. Oh, that was a lovely poem. What was it? - El... - Whitman. See when he was a little kid he used to stutter real bad. (..)

(..) The real poems, what we call poems, being merely pictures. The poems of the privacy of the night. And of men like me. This poem, drooping shy and unseen, that I always carry. And that all men carry." Not bad for Whitman. Hey, look, (..)