People try to pin him down. Some say he worked in radio decades ago; others remember him briefly as an actor in an old TV serial. A teenage shopkeeper swears his grandfather lent him a typewriter, and the man at the bus stop insists he once met the Tuxedo Tamilyogi at a college debate. Whether any of those memories are true is less important than the fact that everyone has one. He accumulates stories the way other people collect photographs.