Long John Silver: that was what I began to call him, later on. The reasons for it were not related to my vague memories of Treasure Island, but to the sense of not so much tallness as length, the endless arms that swung a little with his quick walk, the long legs, their extension often exaggerated by pants that were too short, the fact that he hovered over you as he spoke. Then there was something in the personality that was too large, too much energy, too much impatience, too much hungry need, too much, too much, and with it a fierce piratical greed. Everyone was drawn in to be part of his dramatic moment. ...
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