something about how maxwell assumes his alter ego by removing layers, not adding them. something about the animal violence held back and smothered by thin layers of civility and rules, like ripling muscles disguised by starched waistcoats, like satin gloves on bruised fists.
something about how rowdiness is something uncouth, of the lower classes, to be avoided by the Nice Well-To-Do Young Men of Gath. something expected of someone like Van, so she has never seen need not to embrace it. something about how Gotches Stay On The Ground, (never get their hands dirty) about how the first word another character used to describe Maxwell was "obedient"
something about how "-well" is a family naming convention, how in the ring he is "the max", no well, no gotch, just him stripped of the ways in which his family seeks to define him.
who are you when you are most yourself?
does it scare you? should it?
something about satin over bruised knuckles. something about taking it off.
im gonna throw up
