It was hard to say when, exactly, he had forgotten who he was. Somewhere between the here and now and that fateful day in which he had first desperately invented the character of Le Morte—well, the mask had taken precedent. Henry Finkle was more a means now than a person, a prop to hold up his own invention. At what point, though, had it switched? It was beyond argument that Le Morte was made, and made on the cheap, as a quick answer to a very difficult problem. He called it inspiration, though there was a good deal of perspiration too when the men had drawn their guns on him.
Le Morte saved his life then, saved it only to consume it.
Nowadays, one can rarely find Henry Finkle. He only shows up, as it were, when the police come round, searching for the infamous hitman Le Morte. Only then does Le Morte wear Henry Finkle’s face. A greater disguise has never been devised.
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