every hero from earth is a fighter from birth and his fists are a match for a dozen , you do n't know where you are , or the site of your car , and your tie is askew and you have n't a clue of the time of the day or of what people say or the fact that they stare at your socks ( not a pair ) and decide it 's a fad , or else that you 're mad , which is just a surmise from the gleam in your eyes , till at last they conclude from your general mood , you 'll be mad from right now till you 're hoary .