I have a weakness for quixotic figures. In literature and in life, I've always been a sucker for the wisecracking cynic, the jaded guy (or gal) whose hard-boiled façade hides a marshmallow heart. Call me a hopeless romantic, call me unrealistic, call me what you will, just call me when you run across a tale involving a lone moral man struggling against a corrupt universe, endeavoring to right some wrong, going unafraid down mean streets and leaving the world an ever-so-slightly more... More >>>