But the writer is also him, a him he did know, later; when you were 17, heading into the world, leaving for college, he had this writer inside of him. It just never occurred to you.
"So who is this? Whose words are you reading, exactly? A man you knew, but a version you didn’t. A man you’ve never known—not like this."
"So who is this? Whose words are you reading, exactly? A man you knew, but a version you didn’t. A man you’ve never known—not like this."