In the arts, people are always waiting for someone or some movement to "fulfill her<br>its<br>his promise. " Then, half-a-dozen or a dozen years on, others begin to realize that, really, something extraordinary was actually happening.
Arthur shook his head and sat down. He looked up. “I thought you must be dead …” he said simply. “So did I for a while,” said Ford, “and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic.