Round pursed lips, a gelatinous squint, Mona Lisa’s unblinking absence verging on self-rhapsody – we can admire such adeptness. The riotous haphazard fervor of his half-sleeping eyes has already forgiven itself. A childhood photo is shown of a pleasant looking boy, with freckles. Hiccups. He laughs when told the Unabomber said he enjoyed better social skills. One thing led to another. He offers no advice. Celebrity wasn’t his intention. The Children, he’s asked, he knew about the children? He just wishes collateral damage was a little less entertaining. ~~~~~ |
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