Nothing comes easy to Silky Sullivan.... He has to make you feel the way you feel when you see the Happy New Year wino on the curb with snow in his hair and a bottle of Mogen David in his hand, beaming up at the promise of the New Year's first big bells—then looks down at the bottle broken on the curb and sees one missing from his hand. He gives you that outcast, nobody-loves-me moment just long enough—then he starts his run, and who, that has ever run from behind the field, can be against a horse like that?
Although I never saw him again, I wrote Algren a few weeks after the Derby to tell him how much I enjoyed our Kentucky experience. I also told him how sorry I was that, on that one occasion, he had apparently worked in vain.