From
Christine Jorgensen’s “Christine Jorgensen: A Personal Autobiography” (p. 233):
En route
to another engagement [of my nightclub act], we stopped at a restaurant in a
small Connecticut town. The proprietress
kept staring at me in confusion, and finally asked me my name. When I told her, she drew a deep breath and
managed to gasp out a single comment: “My God, what a wonderful job!”
. . .
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