He crosses his legs trying to cover his feet with his parka. It's too short. Across the alley, hugging the wall, is a pigeon, bloated sick, deathly gray, listing to one side. The man is perverse. That's worse than being greedy.
Perversity is a death wish.
Going into isolation accelerates the process. Just the ticket for the man who hates himself. For the man who has everything. You know what I mean. Ron bares his teeth.