" hey, grondelski " __ 017 __ fig. 6

Fig. 6 – Intro, apropos of I

I’d been born into their lot in the stench of muck, jug eared and ruddy, bald and engorged, but with the wherewithal to flee to the other better townships and strongholds of anonymity, where I learned to watch mute and to judge with nary a blemish ’pon these hands of mine, beyond the blood of the possibly worse whose lives I would return to chronicle and finally like flames quench.