His associations came at the speed of light. His value judgments were at the pace of a responsive reading. They could never keep up and direct his thinking. He viewed his own mentality as grotesque but useful, like a chair made of antlers.
There was nothing he could do about it.
A vigilante is just a man lost in the scramble for his own gratification. He can be destroyed or locked up. But if you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can’t stop you; then you become something else entirely…a legend.
Tony: “How many in the air Jarvis?”
Jarvis: “13 sir”.
Tony: “How many can I carry?”
Jarvis: “4″
