It took a while for someone to toss water on him. He took the dousing calmly, most of the water falling to ground, a bit of it going into sizzle. In his beginning, people looked away, imagining blankness. He has had a few shovels of sand thrown in his face, and handles it well. He understands, better than we. For a burning man, he is strangely convenient. His combustion keeps to him alone, spreading only to the most persistent. He can lean on a fence through an entire conversation and not leave char. We should find good use for him.