The year is 1953 and he is twenty-two years old He's finding his true calling, his true destiny A language never heard on the Continent as such: A mixture of French, Polish, Portuguese, and Dutch Last night he had a dream and so he called me on the phone He asked me if I knew what his name was I said "Bill" and then asked "Why?" He said because he had forgotten it I said he was better off without it William Shatner! Bill Shatner! [random ramblings in Esperanto]