Jimmie would forever be the Renaissance humanist, bearing his faith and optimism like a white light inside a chalice.
I told myself I did not have to live as I once did. I did not have to re-create the violent moments that used to come aborning like a sulfurous match flaring off a thumbnail.
As with all megalomaniacs, he had no handles. He was the type of man the Spanish call sin dios, sin verguenza, without God or shame.
No matter what the other side does to you, you grin and walk through the cannon smoke. It drives them crazy.