The Lion's Share
September, 1961
My Name is Martin Stein.I look like a secondhand lion. My face and jaw have a heaviness. My eyes have a prowlish quality. Not an urgent, hungry look, but the look of slow appetite providing for itself. My hair is messy, a fuzzy garden. I walk with a slouch. My body is big. Definitely, I look like a lion, but the kind of lion that is burdened with memories of hard times, penetrating defeats and boring victories. There is practically no spring to me. Do I sound old? I am hardly twenty, still growi...
