It's confusion I feel first. Then a small swell of horror. This wasn't meant to be part of the story. Lou Gentile is supposed to be crazy, and we're supposed to laugh...
And then I realise what it is...The reason that I've had this rising, unsettling feeling that something's not right with my story. It's the way Lou talks about his subject. He isn't telling me boastful tales of incredible bravery, or raging against imagined conspiracies or wearing a hat made out of tin-foil. This American eccentric, I suddenly realise, doesn't appear to be eccentric at all.