You are a readin' fool, aren't you, Mr. Dorr? Yes, I must confess. I often find myself...

Marva Munson: You are a readin' fool, aren't you, Mr. Dorr? Professor G.H. Dorr: Yes, I must confess. I often find myself more at home in these ancient volumes than I do in the hustle-bustle of the modern world. To me, paradoxically, the literature of the so-called "dead tongues" holds more currency than this morning's newspaper. In these books, in these volumes, there is the accumulated wisdom of mankind, which succors me when the day is hard and the night lonely and long. Marva Munson: Mm. The wisdom of mankind, huh? What about the wisdom of the Lord? Professor G.H. Dorr: Oh... Yes, yes. The Good Book, mm. I have found reward in its pages. But, to me, there are other good books as well. Heavy volumes of antiquity freighted with the insights of man's glorious age. And then, of course, I just love, love, love the works of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Marva Munson: Oh, I know who he was. Kinda spooky. Professor G.H. Dorr: No, madam, no, no. Not of this world, it's true. He... he lived in a dream. An ancient dream. Helen, thy beauty is to me like those Nicean barks of yore, that gently, o'er a perfumed sea, the weary, wayworn wanderer bore to his own native shore. Marva Munson: Who was Helen? Some kinda whore of Babylon? Professor G.H. Dorr: One doesn't know who Helen was... but I picture her as being very, very... extremely... pale. Mrs. Munson, I have been trying to figure out some way of expressin' my gratitude to you for takin' in this weary, wayworn wanderer. It's just a little old present. Why, it's hardly anything at all. Marva Munson: Oh, why, Mr. Dorr! You are a gallant man. Professor G.H. Dorr: Oh, madam, I blush, I melt. No... I just happened to hear of this gospel concert tomorrow night, "The Mighty, Mighty Clouds of Joy", and I thought you and a friend from church perhaps would...? Marva Munson: Yes, I have a widow lady friend. Professor G.H. Dorr: The concert is up in Memphis, so I have arranged a car service to transport you thither.

You are a readin' fool, aren't you, Mr. Dorr? Yes, I must confess. I often find myself more at home in these ancient volumes than I do in the hustle-bustle of the modern world. To me, paradoxically, the literature of the so-called "dead tongues" holds more currency than this morning's newspaper. In these books, in these volumes, there is the accumulated wisdom of mankind, which succors me when the day is hard and the night lonely and long. Hmm. The wisdom of mankind, huh? What about the wisdom of the Lord? Oh, yes, yes, the good book, mmm. I have found reward in its pages. But, to me, there are other good books as well. Heavy volumes of antiquity freighted with the insights of man's glorious age. And then, of course, I just love, love, love the works of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Oh, I know who he was, kind of spooky. No, madam, no, no. Not of this world, it's true. He… He lived in a dream. An ancient dream. "Helen "thy beauty is to me "Like those Nicean barks of yore "That gently, o'er a perfumed sea "The weary wayworn wanderer bore "To his own native shore." Who was Helen? Some kind of whore of Babylon? One doesn't know who Helen was. But I picture her as being very, very… Extremely pale. Mrs. Munson, I have been trying to figure out some way of expressin' my gratitude to you for takin' in this weary, wayworn wanderer. It's just a little old present. Why, it's hardly anything at all. Oh, why, Mr. Dorr. You are a gallant man. Oh, madam, I blush, I melt. No. I just happened to hear of this gospel concert tomorrow night, the Mighty, Mighty Clouds of Joy, and I thought you and a friend from church perhaps would… Yes, I have a widow lady friend. The concert is up in Memphis, so I have arranged a car service to transport you thither. Ah… Why, Sheriff Wyner. How you doin'? Good evenin', Mrs. Munson. I just stopped by here to let you know I did have a talk with Weemack, and he told me he's gonna comply with your request in keepin' that music down and neighborly. So, you just go and have yourself a pleasant evenin'. Wait a minute. I got somebody that I want you to meet. Ma'am, you know what? I'm a little pressed for time. You got a gang of bank robbers you're chasin'? Come on in here and say hello. Yeah, we were havin' tea and… Bussed his own dishes. You can always tell a gentleman. Somebody was in here, ma'am? Yeah, with me and Othar. Well, you know what? Maybe I'll catch him the next time. Uh, come on up to his room with me and say hello. Mrs. Munson, I got a family. My wife got dinner on the table. I really have to be goin'. Oh, my, he is neat. Yes, ma'am, he very neat. He probably went down to the cellar to play with his friends. Ma'am, I really got to be goin' now. What… Ma'am, I really need to be gettin' back.