He was never much one for personal individuality so he got his mirrored pictures from those around him, much like someone learns later of his childhood from elder others.

With patience, later in the day or week, he pieced together who he might be for healthy company’s sake – from a word here, a word there

all became clear, until he met a hermes-aphrodite-eating tigris europaeus on the jungle path who spoke of R.W.’s flight from authoriteez, the Walkereez perhaps, and D.H.L.’s recovery of the lost man in Mexico and the living woman in Eastwood,

and he realised he hadn’t been far wrong in giving his self a chaotic reading of the signs – pointing to a clearing of the clearing of the clearing of the final Clearing-House.