It depends, John, not on the amount and quality of the hell, but on the man who's frying on the gridiron." Annan said: "Personally I don't see how Kelly _could_ paint happiness or sorrow or wonder or fear into any of his creations any more convincingly than he does.

And yet--and yet--sometimes we love men for their shortcomings--for the sincerity of their blunders--for the fallible humanity in them.

That after all is where love starts.

The rest--what Kelly shows us--evokes wonder, delight, awe, enthusiasm....

If he could only make us love him--" "_I_ love him!" said Burleson.
"We all are inclined to--if we could get near enough to him," said Annan with a faint smile.
"Him--or his work ?" "Both, John.