The Pirate. Christopher Wallace

perhaps the most relevant thing to say about Jérome is that he had no character, only characteristics. He could have stepped right off the page of an airport novel, one with a cover of a girl in a bikini holding a gun, or maybe an open suitcase full of cash. As shallow as that in that regard, paper-thin I guess, albeit in an endearing sort of way. Nothing ever exciting or angering him, the only thing that ever mattered being whatever it was he wanted to do at that precise instant. Tomorrow? The shoulders droop comically, like a withered flower in a cartoon; irrelevant