“Usher's Island”
“My God - it's a green child!" said the American. "What is this place - the House of Usher?”
“It wasn’t bravery that ushered me into that cave, it was a mixture ofstupidity, guilt and the brashness of youth. A deadlier combination therenever was.”
“Every island to a child is a treasure island.”
“There ain't no island left for islanders like me.”
“New York is the place where everyone will stop a championship fight to look at an usher giving a drunk the bum's rush.”