Originally Posted by
MDawg
The worst of the lot was AxelWolf, a scrawny little man with a manner between fag and pimp. Axel was informer to the bone. He probably pulled out dirty lists of people -- his hands were always dirty -- and read them off to the law. You could see him bustling into Black and Tan headquarters during the Irish Trouble, in a dirty gray toga turning in Christians, giving information to the Gestapo, the GPU, sitting in a cafeteria talking to a narcotics agent. Always the same thin, ratty face, shabby, out-of-date clothes, whiny, penetrating voice.
The most unbearable thing about Axel was his voice. It went all through you.
When one personality meets another for the first time, there is a period of mutual examination on the intuitive level of empathy and identification. But it was impossible to relate one's self to Axel in any way. He was simply the focal point for a hostile intrusive force. You could feel him walk right into your psyche and look around to see if anything was there he could make use of.