He is long and neat, about 6ft 2in, and is wearing a bespoke two–piece suit in brown-and– tan herringbone tweed, and his initials, WWA (the second W stands for Wales), are stitched on his shirt pocket. When he talks, he takes a few runs at each sentence, improving it in his mind. The room, the clothes, the anecdotes – the entire scene, in fact – is beautiful in such a perfectly Andersonian way that I feel I have to tell him so.I read in a Torygraph interview yesterday, that Wes Anderson (may his tribe increase) glories in the middle name Wales.
I am taking it as a good omen for the French game tonight.
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