Sooner or later there comes a time in a man’s life when he gotta face some facts, and one fact I gotta face is that whatever it is that women like, I ain’t got it. I chased enough girls in my life. I went to enough dances. I got hurt enough. I don’t wanna get hurt no more. I just called a girl just now, and I got a real brush-off, boy. I figured I was past the point of being hurt, but that hurt. Some stupid woman I didn’t even wanna call up. She gave me the brush. I don’t wanna go to the Stardust Ballroom because all that ever happened to me there was girls made me feel like I was a bug. I got feelings, you know. I had enough pain. No thank you.
—from Marty by Paddy Chayevsky
Actors are rarely welcome among the Sireniacal Gentlemen
but Borgnine might be accepted for a round or two,
strictly for Paddy’s sake, of course.
A round or two then off to wherever the actors go,
the Viper Room, maybe, or some new joint run by Toots.
But for a round or two they share Chayevsky’s angry space
and Borgnine laughs and smiles through it all.
A round or two they talk, they spar, they argue, they embrace,
and then they part for eternity,
two giants, each made by the other.