have you ever seen anyone like cody pomeray say on a street corner on a winter night in chicago or better fargo any mighty cold town a young guy with a bony face that looks like it s been pressed against metal bars to get that dogged rocky look of suffering perser verance finally when you look closest happy prim self belief with western sideburns and big blue flirtatious eyes of an old maid and fluttering lashes the small and muscular kind of fellow wearing usually a leather jacket and if it s a suit it s with a vest so he can prop his thick busy thumbs in place and smile the smile of his grandfathers who walks as fast as he can go on the balls of his feet talking excitedly and gesticulating poor pitiful kid actually just out of reform school with no money no mother and if you saw him dead on the sidewalk with a cop standing over him you d walk on in a hurry in silence oh life who is that there are some young men you look at who seem completely safe maybe just because of a scandanavian ski sweater angelic saved on cody pomeray it immediately becomes a dirty stolen sweater worn in wild sweats something about his tigerish out jutted raw base bone could be given a woe down melancholy if only he wore a drooping mustache it is a face that s so suspicious so energetically upward looking like people in passport or police lineup photos so rigidly itself looking like it s about to do anything unspeakably enthusiastic in fact so much the opposite of the rosy coke drinking boy in the scandinavian ski sweater ad that in front of a brick wall where it says post no bills and it s too dirty for a rosy boy ad you can imagine cody standing there in the raw gray flesh manacled between sheriffs and assistant da s and you wouldn t have to ask yourself who is the culprit and who is the law he looked like that and god bless him he looked like that hollywood stunt man who is fist fighting in place of the hero and has such a remote furious anonymous viciousness that everybody begins to be suspicious because they know the hero wouldn t act like that in real unreality if you ve been a boy and played on dumps you ve seen cody all crazy excited and full of glee mad powers giggling with the pimply girls in back of fenders and weeds till some vocational school swallows his ragged blisses and that strange american iron which later is used to mold the suffering man face is now employed to straighten and quell the long wavering spermy disorderliness of the boy nevertheless the face of a great hero a face to remind you that the infant springs from the great assyrian bush of a man not from an eye an ear or a forehead the face of a simon bolivar robert e lee young whitman young melville a statue in the park rough and free