Carl was in his forties, six and a half feet tall, massively built and 
given to wearing long black coats that almost swept the floor. He had long wavy 
blond hair drawn back from his forehead and affected a sort of King Tut beard. 
Either he was celibate, or else he believed that the particulars of his sexual 
orientation and needs were infinitely too complex to be shared with those he 
worked with. Everyone was scared shitless of him, and he liked it that way; he 
couldn't do his job if he was buddies with all of the ractors.