Bryan Procter

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.

What is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.