Mr. Crisp's story should not be read as the folly of a man whose personal behavior was too far afield to be successfully reconciled with acceptable social standards. Quentin Crisp did not dress flamboyantly merely because he wanted attention or abuse; he dressed his way because he felt he HAD to. In being himself, he was obeying the most fundamental law of human existence: to thine own self be true. And in doing so at the risk (and indeed the consquence) of complete social ostracism and peril of his life. How, I would like to know, can anybody see Quentin Crisp as anything but a hero in the greatest, noblest sense of word? He did not compromise his sense of honesty or his personal integrity, no matter how violently the tides of societal ignorance and hatred swept against him. A hero stands his ground, never retreats, and presses on with what he knows in his heart to be right; he fights for truth, he fights with courage. Quentin Crisp fought hard, without the comforting knowledge that one day his sacrifices would lay the groundwork for new understanding between persons of conventional and alternative lifestyles. In every generation there is always one person who cannot be content with the way things are, who challenges society, bucks the establishment, shakes the boat. In his pursuit of happiness, Quentin did just that. Not because he WANTED to, but because he HAD to.