He began to rule over his neighborhood like a benevolent emperor, although in
spite of his charming smile and his skill at playing his 1745 Guadagnini violin he exuded a heavy, cheap odor, the unmistakable smell
of crass, despotic danger, the kind
of scent that warned us, look
out for this guy, because he could
order your execution at any moment, if you're wearing a displeasing shirt, for example, or if he wants...