The Mask

        Bane said, “No one cared who I was until I put on the mask.” A said, “It does not matter who cares whom we are. What matters is our prose.” V said, “Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox