“Hey, man, you don’t talk to JB. You listen to him. The man’s enlarged my mind. He’s a poet warrior in the clbumic sense. I mean sometimes he’ll… uh… well, you’ll say “hello” to him, right? And he’ll just walk right by you. He won’t even notice you. And suddenly he’ll grab you, and he’ll throw you in a corner, and he’ll say, “Do you know that ‘if’ is the middle word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you”... I mean I’m… no, I can’t… I’m a little man, I’m a little man, he’s… he’s a great man!”