"Also," he says, "I won best actor for a one-act play we did." He lowers his head and recites, "Alone. Sixteen days...." He pauses. "Those were great days in Mount Vernon. You thought the whole world was human."
In his little sanctuary, it still is. You sort of understand why he wants to protect it, why the world is kept at bay, outside his gate, beyond his beeping fax line. It's not entirely that he's indifferent to the supposed demands of celebrity, although there is that. In his privacy Meredith can preserve himself, undiluted by card shows and pro-am appearances. He's happy here, all on his own, and if that is difficult for anybody to accept, well, he's very sorry. As far as you know.