Jean Paul Sartre would have culled an existential hero out of him. He was a gypsy by compulsion. Throughout the ten years of his life, he never managed to establish a territory of his own, always driven out by his stronger peers. With a length of 246 cm, he was considerably undersized. He had small genitals. One of his canines was missing, two were broken. His lungs, were dysfunctional—infected to a degree of seventy percent with paragonimus. He could not chase his prey; he could not roa