You Be The Judge, Except You Can't Really

Stephanie and I had breakfast (at 2:30) a few days ago, thanks to the three-day weekend, at one of those faux-bohemian hangouts on U Street, and who should we see sitting there wondering how long it would take to translate Camus into Esperanto but the spitting image of Gustav Mahler if you threw a little Egon Schiele in the mix. Here are the two most persuasive images I could find. Due credit to classical.net and Young-ah Seong at the University of Tokyo, respectively. Sorry about the spacing -- you get the idea. Anyway this guy would muse into the middle distance for maybe, and I'm not kidding, a minute at a time. You had to be there.