I suppose I have a flat profile. No need to laugh so hard, through the nostrils and all that. I have seen others of my breed, one on a street in London, Stepney, I think, who when facing me looked exactly like my peculiar-looking former, late father-in-law, but who, when he turned his profile on me, had a perfectly flat head-front! Only such I have ever seen. He looked desperate as he worked and presented himself respectably. A feature like that would be enough, of itself, to make a nothing of you, and what could you do? That's what's so brilliant about allowing social imperatives to drive society. Genius is in rags without savoir faire. Real genius, I mean. Not proclaimed genius. That is more of a geni that who knows who has let loose from a lamp giving no light. One of those gilded "Lessons of History" that we never even hear anything of, much less do anything with. No wonder the only real movement is in the underground! Everything waits for the outlaws to move us forward, and they are forever under the gun to cease and desist. |