A thought on my newest acquaintance

I need to say something else about this man I’ve just met earlier today. He is quite impressive in his stature, and has those sharp corners around the joints of his body which make him look like a, how should I put it – like an unfinished sculpture. It’s like his figure is capable of cutting, harming one’s skin through mere touch. Quite singular indeed, quite singular. The sharpness is replicated in his tone, in his gait, in his way of being. When he approached me he did it so directly, I was a little worried. Well, I have my own reasons to be a little jumpy these days and, I have to admit it, the sight of him made me suspicious in the beginning. Somehow, I thought harm could come from him. Then I don’t know if this is a facial peculiarity, but whatever was on his face looked more like a grin than a smile. Who would not feel threatened by such an individual approaching at impatient speed? That’s what made me compare him to a wolf in my previous post.

In any case, he turned out to be more malleable than the sharpness of his being seemed to indicate in the first place. I believe we can have a decent discussion, the two of us, and that’s taking the edge off my initial fear (if that’s the right word to define the feeling I had when I first saw him). His name is Donald Danglars. And yes, he has a blog. He’s written the address for me on a piece of paper: www.donand-danglars.blogspot.co.nz. I will take a look at it shortly.