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Even before he had become famous, George Martin had the aura. He was a tall man, well over six feet, with a fine head of thick, wavy, swept-back hair and dramatic features: a wide, helmet-shaped forehead; long, sloping jawline; liquid blue eyes; and an afterglow of masculine beauty that filled out and crystallized with age. He also conducted himself with such natural deference that every gesture seemed informed by a graciousness and decency beyond him. Nonetheless, for all Martin's personal poetry, at EMI he was something of a joke.

"Brian didn't want to go to gigs dressed as Mr. Epstein from NEMS," says Peter Brown. "He didn't want to look like a prick in a suit, so he put on a turtleneck and a leather jacket to seem more like the boys." Bill Harry recalls him at the Cavern one night, "with his hair combed forward, looking completely ridiculous." He was experimenting, looking for ways to square himself with the Beatles, to square himself with himself.

and-

and nobody-

"I just wanted to know if you have a lyric that you are most proud of having written?"

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An attempt at cleaning up the image is below; the original from Her Interactive's YouTube channel is above.

A comparison of the finalized designs in color, courtesy of this post by @franceshumber

JF: Lots of other things will be different. We just want to have a bit of a baseline experience as an ensemble, to kind of find our equilibrium. And then, uh, we're off to the races.

JL: Those are some fancy words you're throwing around. [audience laughter]

JF: ...fancy words?

JL: You had me at "ensemble".

JF: Ah!

JL: And then you were all, "equilibrium".