To anyone who’s known Klein, either as target or fan of his wit, a vital piece of him seems to be missing. The native intelligence still flickers in his eyes, but somehow it can’t emerge.
Thinking: “Justine, try not to let the tone of the article get to you. While you may disagree with the writer the story is sad. It is awful it is for any family to see a loved one like that.”
His most priceless native talent has been stolen away. It seems as bitterly unfair as Beethoven going deaf.
Aloud: “Oh come on!”