McCotton Hill looks so miserably uncomfortable. And wee. A wee old man doll. Floppy. I guess you can't be an unbending maverick and still take a hug without looking brittle and near death.

Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
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