As a warrior who lacks a car, credit card, phone or weapon of his own, and has no continuing human ties or home, he is even more of a lone, denuded outsider than Lisbeth Salander, the heroine of Stieg Larsson's Millennium trilogy. Both are avengers who play on our atavistic instincts: when we cheer their lethal justice - if we do - we're acknowledging the pull of a primitive hatred that demands death and can't wait, scornful of the protracted pussyfooting of the law
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As a warrior who lacks a car, credit card, phone or weapon of his own, and has no continuing human ties or home, he is even more of a lone, denuded outsider than Lisbeth Salander, the heroine of Stieg Larsson's Millennium trilogy. Both are avengers who play on our atavistic instincts: when we cheer their lethal justice - if we do - we're acknowledging the pull of a primitive hatred that demands death and can't wait, scornful of the protracted pussyfooting of the law
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