It’s not every day I’m in the presence of Caspar. When I am, I don’t skip a beat. I can’t!
His wit! His information! His jokes! Our ping-pong-cinema-trivia game!
It’s all too fast for me. I don’t even try to write it down. What? Take notes during a conversation with Caspar? Impossible! I don’t want to miss a word! I’m all ears and eyes, what will he say next? What will he write? Horror, comedy, religion, death? Will it be scary and bloody too?
Caspar The Aristocrat!
Shakespeare’s Good Man!