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“Sure, he dresses like a hobo. But that only shows how secure he is in his own domesticity…”

“Why are you dressed like a tramp?” is a question regularly put to my friend Jarlath by girlfriends, doormen and prospective employers. It’s a legitimate inquiry, but one to which he can offer no satisfactory reply. You might as well ask why his hair looks stupid or his car smells so bad. It is as much a mystery to him as it is to anyone else. Read the rest of this entry »