He's lived happily in the same cheap rooming house, on the same block inhabited by a band of Hell's Angels and their Harleys, since moving to New York City from London 15 years ago. That's when he undertook, improbably but successfully, to remake his life in the United States at the age of 74. But America is fun because everybody is your friend. Well, almost everybody. San Francisco, he observes dryly, is the only city where critics ever gave his public talks bad reviews.
Homosexuals are people standing on the bank, watching other people swim.
One can only imagine the reception he'll receive this time, in light of a recent interview with The Times of London, in which he was quoted as saying he'd support an expectant mother's decision to abort a fetus if she knew it was genetically predisposed to homosexuality. All homosexual men spend all their days in public lavatories, and all their nights in dimly lit back rooms behind questionable bars. So, of course, while everyone in England was having such a jolly good time, he was a mere infant, not yet making the dinner rounds. Unfortunately, during the increasingly stuffy and tense Georgian times of his youth, England's general populace found Crisp's manner and deportment not only un-amusing, but reprehensible. He resolved never to hide his identity even from harshly disapproving critics, who were legion in Britain at the time.