His eyes glazed over as if the fury of decades was now embodied in him. He could no longer resist it. He did not want to resist it. He let it overwhelm him so that his anger could be released the way that Ahab"s anger should have been heaped upon the white whale"s hump, but which was denied to him to his own self-destruction. Jose Luis would not deny himself, now or ever again. He would rather destroy the object of his subliminal hate even if that meant destroying everyone around him, including himself.
“Better to die killing my enemy than to let my enemy escape.”
Jose Luis had heard this idiom or something similar to it years ago when he was in his mid-twenties. He had secretly vowed to adhere to this complex even though he could not remember when he did so. It not only strengthen his r
