The reluctant hermit emerges from his cavernous dwelling once again in another attempt at assimilation.
He carefully walks his ever thinning line between social butterflies and social lepers.
What was never more than a glimmer of hope has all but surrendered to the already deafening cries which he imagines from women and children on the street.
"The beard! Destroy the beard!"
He will not be shaken.
He returns to the fold of silence and empty pages.
