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MALE GLAMOUR
— that for a man masculinity is more important than his chest expansion, the shape of his nose, the colour of his eyes or the number of hairs on his head.
In fact, certain characteristics of middle-age such as the wrinkled forehead, the greying hair, the receding hair-line, the expanding waist-line, the creases which have established themselves on the face, are today regarded as being extremely attractive to women. There is no doubt that a partial explanation of this is that many women are subconsciously searching for father-substitutes. The worship of the elderly man by the young woman is almost as widespread as the worship of the bosom by the young man.
The lift zoomed up to the seventeenth storey, and before I had time to retrieve my stomach (which had stayed at the second or third floor) I found myself facing Edward G. Robinson.
I noted : eyes like spy-holes ... a snarl of a mouth . . . a nose like the sawn-off barrel of a shot-gun. Large strong fingers took mine in a handcuff handshake. Then he smiled . . . and the scrambled features unscrambled ... a new face was sculpted out of plasticine. Little Caesar became the Little Man.
A small dog jumped into his arms and began to lick his face. Edward G. Robinson submitted happily to this treatment and hugged the animal to him with all the tenderness of Shirley Temple making the acquaintance of Lassie.
Politely, he led me into the oak-panelled penthouse. Coffee and home-made biscuits were served.
"Old age is a wonderful thing," said Robinson as the dog continued to lick his face as if it were solid candy.
"Yes," I said. "What a pity you have to be old to enjoy it."
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