He was there for you, and yet at the same time he was inaccessible. You felt there was a secret core in him that could never be penetrated, a mysterious center of hiddenness. To imitate him was somehow to participate in that mystery, but it was also to understand that you could never really know him.
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- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 3, 1947
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