Mr. Wilson can hardly be unaware that once a writer chooses to youthen or resurrect a word, it lives again.
He nods, time traveling to a point when there were no central lines, no low blood counts, no immunosuppressive drugs. His face youthens momentarily as he bridges back to a point on a timeline that has none of this devastation on it.
... there for a second, and then I'll say a line, and if it's that moment where you're just, ...
... it from there. The talk runs 35 minutes. And then there's ...