I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
I’ve always really liked The Red Guardian, the Russian equivalent to Captain America in the Marvel Universe. There have been a lot of guys who’ve worn the costume but I confess that I’ve bought many a comic just to see the Guardian running around.
Mark Owen in 1995. I am undecided about whether or not this is the greatest look ever or terribly embarrassing. Maybe both.