Mr. Dennet was not mad. He was a strategist of the soul. His eccentricity was a fortress. The town had laughed at him for forty years, but they had also protected him. They brought him bread on Sundays. They never sold his house to developers. Because in a world that demanded efficiency, profit, and speed, Mr. Dennet was their collective permission to be otherwise.
Mr. Dennet opened the door wearing a velvet robe, a pair of opera glasses around his neck, and one green slipper. El Excentrico Senor Dennet -HQN Inma Aguilera...
"Does your daily routine involve rituals of a non-utilitarian nature?" she read. El Excentrico Senor Dennet -HQN Inma Aguilera...
The Curious Seasons of Mr. Dennet