Inchon, is it? You are an old dog. And either modest, or given to shooting only men with damned bad tailors - if you want to see the work on my shirts, you'd better come in with a switchblade. But your point is well-taken. It's all terribly impersonal. These days - my days - if you see a man's face you've waited too long. And if you know his name
I don't call that bold. I call it neighbourly. Render me assistance.