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He walked into the midst of my personal cataclysms — really peevish about all the incompetence and ugly morals holding the day — and declared to me he was going to fix it all. He strode around my little hovel in all his gangling great height and made a list of things that would not do. I had absolute confidence he was going to put it all right and my personal emergencies would be behind me.
That's the short version. I won't bother you with all the moving around between relative and absolute and the bits of very seriously competent-sounding ineffectuality leading up to a young and tall and totally nutty perfectly competent Donald Sutherland striding around like a modern day combination of Merlin and Sherlock Holmes.
Just. Not one doubt he was fixing everything.
pipe up any time....
