I steal from the rich to give to myself.

Yes, and you did it spectacularly. They were the best non words ever not spoken.

A man.
A really manly man with a lot of mannishness in his manliness.

He laced his hands behind his neck and propped his boots on the opposite arm of the sofa. If an artist were to capture this image, it would have been labeled,Smugness: A Portrait. She wanted to shake him.

You expect me to come and work for you dressed up as a man?” I gasped.

I would prefer a sword to fight duel, but a pen to plan a war.