• Sometimes I wore a fringe so deep it obscured the way ahead. This hardly mattered. There were always others to look where I was going.

    Quentin Crisp: Sometimes I wore a fringe so deep it obscured the way ahead. This hardly mattered. There were always others to look where I was going.
    "The Naked Civil Servant". Book by Quentin Crisp, Chapter 7, 1968.