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It was no longer possible to speak of a mist. Great clouds of fog rolled up to engulf Joan as she picked her way down the rough road to the pier. Soon she could only see a few yards in front of her, so that she had no means of telling how much further she had to go. Suddenly a man loomed up directly in her path. He gave the impression of having been looking for her.

A lieutenant in the R.N.V.R., he was in naval uniform, over which he wore a dark blue mackintosh and gloves, but there was something about him that said he was part of this district and not merely a visitor. A kitbag was flung over his shoulder, and his manner was one that pleased instantly. About thirty years of age, he had frank, kindly eyes that smiled in a friendly way at Joan.

“Bad luck,” he said. “No crossing to-day.” He jerked his head towards the pier which she could dimly see now. There was also the outline of a small boat, moored against the pier.

— Eric Britton, “I Know Where I’m Going!”: The Book of the Film (1947)

“Dad has always talked about journalism being about truth and integrity and I think, in acting, questing for the truth is important. When something rings true you just know it.”

‘British impresario Cameron Mackintosh has said Warlow and Michael Crawford are the greatest Phantoms he’s seen. But asked to introduce himself at rehearsals, Warlow simply says: “I’m Anthony and I’m playing Erik.”’