He wondered if the villains never seemed to die because in the heart of the superhero, he did not want them to die. If he killed his enemy, he would have no meaning. So, the good nursed the evil along in order to survive. It was a circular paradox that he suspected was at the core of human suffering.
Maury smiled and placed the squirt bottle back in its holster and found a display case that the Croatian in the group had just shined. He looked deeply into it and could almost see John Wayne. Then the Croatian returned and told Maury to get to work or the fat supervisor would come. He only came when they were at rest no matter how hard they had worked before. Maury nodded to the reflection and with mop in hand began to work. Casting the mop’s tattered ropes over the floor in sweeping, gracef
