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Location	Washington, D.C., United States
Introduction	His mouth stays slightly agape, eyes wide, staring, as if he had been somehow surprised and startled by life, hurt and put off, yet still looking on inquisitively, seeking oblivious to self-inflicted pain to find out the full nature of the offense, to discover why it was that life snubbed him thus. Thus he stares widely, openly, infantly unguarded, into the eyes of those who pass by, accepting all their darts for the sake of truth. Or, at other times, he stares defiantly at those strangers from hooded glasses, challenging them to complete the affront, that he may take it all upon himself, and thus let the pain drag him down finally in a definite blaze of glory, a suffering so total it could not be denied and makes the sufferer real. But he lets them talk first, as his tongue was cut off in some hazy day of childhood long ago, long lost in mists and now half-mythical. To return there is his goal, and to know it, and claim it for his own, and thus defeat it, and make a land suitable for the living.

Location

Washington, D.C., United States

Introduction

His mouth stays slightly agape, eyes wide, staring, as if he had been somehow surprised and startled by life, hurt and put off, yet still looking on inquisitively, seeking oblivious to self-inflicted pain to find out the full nature of the offense, to discover why it was that life snubbed him thus. Thus he stares widely, openly, infantly unguarded, into the eyes of those who pass by, accepting all their darts for the sake of truth. Or, at other times, he stares defiantly at those strangers from hooded glasses, challenging them to complete the affront, that he may take it all upon himself, and thus let the pain drag him down finally in a definite blaze of glory, a suffering so total it could not be denied and makes the sufferer real. But he lets them talk first, as his tongue was cut off in some hazy day of childhood long ago, long lost in mists and now half-mythical. To return there is his goal, and to know it, and claim it for his own, and thus defeat it, and make a land suitable for the living.