When I looked upon the man, I could see he had a smell about him as if he’d just stepped out of
the trenches. His
malnourished form was more goblin than man; his face was rough, as if his head had been stuck in a
popcorn machine for hours upon end. And he had eyes that glued to any woman like a perpetual form of herpes. The man was war-torn and not to be trusted with the female sex.
