Robin Williams’ extraordinary friendship with Christopher Reeve
‘I lay on my back, frozen, unable to avoid thinking the darkest thoughts,’ wrote Reeve.
‘Then, at an especially bleak moment, the door flew open and in hurried a squat fellow with a blue scrub hat and a yellow surgical gown and glasses, speaking in a Russian accent. He announced that he was my proctologist and that he had to examine me immediately.
(via NextDraft’s wonderful roundup)
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