"I know it. That must be why I blacked out. I can remember ... I can remember a Quaker and a blonde...."
"Quaker? Man from Philadelphia?"
"Yes. A Quaker and a blonde and a knot."
"Blond woman?"
"I think so."
"What kind of knot?"
"What kind could there be?"
"Dozens. The kind you tie, like hangman's knot. How fast a ship goes. A knot in wood. A knot in palmistry. A knot in—"
"You're no help. I can't remember. Just a Quaker and a blonde and a knot. It's crazy. Why'm I shaking like this?" Lennox tried to control himself. His eyes burned with tears. "Look at me. Jake Lennox, leader of men, crying like a fag."
"You know something," Cooper told him solemnly. "On you it's becoming. Makes you human."