He'd have to be quick! No, really, I was just touched by Bunker. He had this massive, sad head, like a bull mastiff turned polish revolutionary poet. Very open eyes, very alert, but gentle in the way that only someone who used to be violent can be. A careful, directed gentleness. He talked a little about how he learned to really dream in a jail cell, he said he got to the point where he could tune out just about anything, and just slipp away on the wind. Very sweet old man when I met him, miles from any mayhem.