Man hands on misery to man, I guess. It deepens like a coastal shelf. But there is something also compelling about a man clearly determined to defy nature itself, to alter his physical appearance as one would change clothes, to insist that age is arbitrary, to see happiness as indistinguishable from denial and escapism, to see death as a choice as well. In all these, he is perhaps just an extreme incarnation of tendencies almost endemic in our culture. Which is why we cannot keep our eyes off his rapidly crumbling face. He is the man in our mirror. Andrew Sullivan