A champion owes everybody something. He can never pay back for all the help he got, for making him an idol.
The language of the younger generation has the brutality of the city and an assertion of threatening power at hand, not to come. It is military, theatrical, and at its most coherent probably a lasting repudiation of empty courtesy and bureaucratic euphemism.
You know an odd feeling? Sitting on the toilet eating a chocolate candy bar.

