Baron Armand De Valfort: The Monologue Of Sanvergogne
After the visit of the Baron Armand de Valfort, I decided to go, without delay, talk to my old friend, and part time collaborator, Jean Vigogne- better known as Sanvergogne, a nickname he inherited many years ago, when he was a cat burglar. This appellation fitted him so well, that he adopted it, in the same way one chooses to wear, every day, the same pair of shoes, because it feels so comfortable. Indeed, I don’t remember, during all the years we knew each other, having ever called him by any other name than this silly alias which he bore with a dignity that inspired respect.
Sanvergogne was a giant of a man, endowed with a colossal strength. And typical of those who are born with such a phenomenal physical advantage, he was not a violent person, except of course, if he were provoked, an eventuality that could not possibly materialize.
In addition to his superhuman force, he possessed an extraordinary vision; his tawny eyes never let escape a detail, even at night, especially at night, where they seem to transform into long and invisible appendages, guiding him through the darkest places. I must add, that if his eyes were sharp, blind, was his loyalty towards his friends, and to me, in particular. He also possessed a certain amount of honor, and I am sure he would have shown more of that virtue, had he known the exact significance of the word. As it were, his honorability matched only the definition, he had invented for himself, of what honor means: something like: “he…