dr sax the master knower of easter was now reduced to penury and looking at stained glass windows in old churches his only 2 last friends in life this impossibly hard life no matter under what conditions it appears where bela lugosi and boris karloff who visited him annually in his room on 3rd street and cut thru the fogs of evening with their heads bent as the bells of st simon tolled a heartbroken kathleen across the rooftops of old hotels where similar old men like doctor sax sat bent headed on beds of woe with prayerbeads between their feet oh moaning homes for lost pigeons or time s immemorial white dove of the roses of the unborn astonished bliss and there they d sit in the little room sax on the edge of the bed with a bottle of rotgut tokay in his hand bela in the rocking chair boris standing by the sink and then sax wd always say please play the monster for me and of course the old actors who loved him dearly and came to see him for human tender sentimentality not monstrous reasons protested but he always got drunk and cried so that boris first had to get up and extend his arms do frankenstein go uck then bela wd stand and arm cape and leer and approach sax who squealed