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This was to be my first meeting.  I had very little to base an opinion on.  My friend insisted it was fantastic. I could not deny the dramatic affects I had seen in Gibbon Scoure.  He had always had a feral look about him.  Darting eyes, and startleous jumps and ticks seemed to be his governing affectations.  He spoke quickly in furtive starts and stops.  I had found him quite clever however, and enjoyed his fiendish humour, which must be what had brought our odd friendship into existence.   In recent weeks, his manner had seemed at first to hesitate? And then I began to notice his sentences were longer and with fewer pauses.  His vocabular