I'm reading Christopher Bram's hard-to-put-down
Eminent Outlaws (Twelve, 2012) which is about influential gay writers (Capote, Baldwin, Isherwood, et al). Bram notes Tennessee Williams's constant complaints about being "exhausted and ill." That reminded me of film critic Rex Reed's humorous imitation of Williams. Whenever Reed inquired about Williams's health, the stock reply, delivered in Williams's Southern drawl, would be "Oh, baby, I'm sick."
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