scene from 1940:

“I knew you were dangerous,” he said,
“you sat in the back in Art class and
you never said anything.
then I saw you in that big fight
with the guy with the dirty yellow
hair.
I like guys like you, you’re rare, you’re
raw, you’re self-motivated!”

“get your fucking face out of mine!”
I told him.

“you see?” he said. “you see?”

he disgusted me.
I turned and walked off.

he had out-foxed me:
praise was the only thing I couldn’t
handle.