"Yes, I 'herd' you," he said, as if he were some wily sheep dog and I his quarry. Clearly he expected me not to stand as I was, and intended to keep on doing. His eyes wandered to the chair, expecting me to take this unsaid directive. That refusal to smile, to show any warmth at all was his subtle form of emotional warfare, yet hardly fair at all. Humanity is a graceful and cooperative social animal, and those who have learned to abdicate from all that is human abuse it so flagrantly. If he could learn to "see" me, then I'd be impressed, yet his eyes stop at my skin and his thoughts are geared only toward his own perceptions and endgame. The thing is, now that I see him, the game really is over, isn't it?