No, I was an unknown when I walked in that room. He didn't know who I was from a fly on the wall.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I said I thought first I was on the stairs; then I remembered I was in the kitchen when he came in.
I wasn't a spy. I'd have been spotted in five seconds. Yes, I was in intelligence, but that covered a multitude of things.
People recognize me, but they don't know where from. Today I was in the elevator and somebody asked me if I worked for his company.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
No, I was going to college and got discovered.
To this day, I've never figured out a single locked-room mystery.
As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother's house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.
Being a known person is pretty much all I've known. I don't remember much of a time when people didn't know who I was.
You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!
They made a shrewd guess that I could give them some useful information, and they were the first to meet me. Some one said they came to arrest me, and - well, let it go at that.